My Phony Valentine Henry Danger Novels & Stories

Valentine declared annoyed but from inside his heart was suddenly catching a pace that made him feel nervous and scared. “Boss, I think it’s time to settle down. It’s not like you will get any younger. I can’t see you live either like a bloody hippy or choose a woman who would yap only about shopping and makeup. Females can be the devil if they want. Okay, let’s leave this matter. What if Miss Crystal finds herself another suitor? Maybe Harman isn’t one hot-blooded male and usually drools over others of his kind, but Victor is still there. He is like you in so many aspects and it’s not hard to fall for his dangerous aura. What do they say these days? Good girls fall for bad guys easily...” H

My hand was slick and hot now, aching with the effort. Finally, during the film's climax, hidden by the burst of noise from the crowd in the theater, Rex ducked his head into my clothes and began devouring my chest. Then, with a muffled groan, he shuddered and spilled everything into my hand.

“Why the long face? Did your coworker get under your skin again? This Vivian is seriously unhinged. I can’t stand her.” I lowered my head and simply sighed. As I turned around, I accidentally brushed against a nearby display rack and ripped my stockings. “Hey, don’t let it get to you. It’s Valentine’s Day,” Henry comforted me softly. He bought me a new exotic-skin bag that had just arrived in the store. It was a bag worth a million dollars, yet he could buy it on a whim. Neither of us thought much of it. My walk-in closet was already overflowing with bags like this.

"The world sees a fiancée. I see a debt that I’m never going to let you finish paying." He took my hand, his fingers interlacing with mine so tightly it almost hurt, and led me back into the den of sharks. I walked beside him, the cold ruby on my finger catching the light, knowing that the "Dirty Valentine" was no longer just a gala title. It was the life I was now trapped in.

She closed her eyes and breathed him in — the smell of cedar and faint cologne that felt like safety. He held her like he’d been waiting to do it for a long time. “Lena,” he murmured against her hair, “I’m right here. And I’m not letting anything happen to you.” She tightened her arms around him. For a moment, danger didn’t exist. Just him. Just her. Just the sweetness of being held by the one man she shouldn’t want — and the only man she trusted. But safety, she would soon learn, was an illusion. Because outside the penthouse, hidden in the dark —

"You asked about my plans, right? Well, I do have a plan. I just need to keep it from my mother for the time being. Please trust me on this." "Alright, I'll trust you." Henry nodded, taking a bite of Pearly's cookies. His eyes lit up with delight. "You never fail to surprise me. These are tasty!" He then turned back to me, patting my hand reassuringly. "Take care of yourself. I saw how severe the argument between you and Vahn was. If he ever treats you that way again, I have plenty of ways to make him wish he were dead." As he spoke, Henry patted his box of medicine on the table. Inside were remedies that could save lives, as well as strange and unusual poisons.

I knew he was a manipulator, but I still trusted him since I knew he could help me bring down my father. Henry looked like he was not feeling guilty. He only shrugged as if it was a trivial matter to him if I was upset or not. "I only take measures of what it means to protect one of my retainers, Dominixe. Fret not. Valerian's pack members are safe. We only appeared that they had died. The bodies your henchmen saw were those of the prisoners I used as decoys." I clenched my hands, not liking this one bit. It was hard to comprehend, but I felt broken more than ever.

Henry looks outraged and puts a hand over his heart: "How dare you refer to these women, among whom could have been the love of my life, as mere booty calls? I respected each one of them and loved them passionately until I realized that they were only with me for the money." He immediately falls silent, and I decide it's time for me to get up and leave. Henry follows me and is startled when he meets Santo's murderous gaze. Merda. He's had plenty of time to think about the hypothetical romance between Didi and Henry in the waiting room.

he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Oh, come off it, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor," Henry spat, his gaze flickering between them with venomous intensity. "You think you can sweep her off her feet and live happily ever after? Wake up. When your fleeting affections finally die, she'll be left with nothing but me." Flora recoiled, a surge of anger washing over her. Henry's words, laced with a twisted truth, stung more than she cared to admit. Was Damien just a rebound, a way to soothe the wounds inflicted by Henry's betrayal?

Henry was with us all the day. "Be careful Hazel. You are exactly at the top of the mountain," yelled Henry, with concerned. I replied, "Yes Prof. I am careful." He came close to me and muttered apologetically "I was really worried for you. But I didn't get the chance to visit you, I am very sorry. I hope I could be able to protect you." "It's alright. I am fine now, "I assured him. His extra care was little annoying for me. The day passed by, after lunch we were all in our tents. Prof. Henry was still with me and Ruth in our tent, Anna was outside so Ruth decided to find her and left. "You know I really care for you. You are very special for me," suddenly prof. Henry whispered coming closer