My Phony Valentine Henry Danger Novels & Stories

“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.

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

"But the plan was orchestrated by my angel and Fred!" "What a bunch of traitors! I spent weeks pretending to read reports just because I thought those cameras worked," Henry lamented but started laughing. "How much did you guys win on this?" he asked Fernando and Enzo, and Fernando showed his phone screen. "Damn! Each? That's a lot of money..." "Oh, Henry, you have no idea how much you entertained us these past weeks," Patrick stood up. "That's right, Patrick, keep thinking this will stay like this. I'll just say one thing; revenge is a dish best served cold! Just you wait!" Henry threatened. He would spend a lot of time thinking about his revenge.

“Was a close call, wasn’t it? Imagine what could have happened if I had decided to aim a little higher.” “That was you,” Olivia and Steve blurt out, and the annoyance grows to a wave of anger at the remembrances of that Valentine’s Day. “Among other people,” Henry confirms. “I never imagined beating up the infamous Ash could be so cathartic, but you learn something new every day, huh?” Henry says, stepping forward, and Olivia notices one of Henry’s hands discreetly moving behind his back. “Now I’m the one who’s curious of the sounds you’d make if I was to drive my knife through your f*cking—”

He stopped smiling immediately before sitting down, placing the envelop he has brought with him on the table. Jane sat across him and glanced at the wine on the table. “Wine?” She raised her glass, and he nodded, she pushed an empty neat glass to him and poured him some wine from the wine bottle. “How is he?” Jane asked after Henry sipped some glass of wine, her expression now serious and the smiles on her face were wiped off her face like they were never there. Henry exhaled sharply and pushed the envelope to her and she glanced at it. “See for yourself.” He told her and she took the envelope, tearing it open, she took out the pictures on it and her eyes drooped.

I can hear my heartbeat, and it couldn't help that the blows of winds make the surround trees to almost bowed to the ground. “I ask you for a reason,” Hunter adds on, his voice so serious that stood me to stillness. “So don't be freak out. I do like the idea that you have yours. Is it the reason why you are doing this?” “Huh?” I blink, he was unexpected. “I know you have your reason,” he chuckled. “So relax. Don't you still trust me for your safety?” “Are you...” I gulped to the absurdity. “...going to keep me away from danger?”