My Phony Valentine Henry Danger Novels & Stories

It was as if, with just a beckoning of my hand, he would give me his life. “Want to see?” The sense of danger dissipated the moment he spoke. I nodded without thinking. “Yes. Definitely.” Henry’s eyes flicked slightly, a dangerous edge coloring his tone. “Once you see it, there’s no going back. “Tattooing this spot will hurt.” I had cried like a baby the last time I had gotten my collarbone tattooed. “Then… maybe forget it.” I breathed a secret sigh of relief. Henry’s expression said, “I knew it”, but he didn’t expose me.

Solyn’s heart slammed against her ribs, terror flooding her veins. Allen pressed his mouth near her ear, voice soft enough that only she could hear. “You see,” he whispered, “this is why I love you.” Solyn’s hands clawed at his arm. Allen tightened his grip slightly. Calian’s breathing turned slow and dangerous. “Let her go,” Calian said. Allen’s laughter vibrated against Solyn’s neck. “Or what? You’ll shoot me?” Calian’s hand moved toward his jacket. Solyn’s eyes widened.

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

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 — someone was already watching.

"Tell the court what you saw." Henry swallowed. "I was walking home from work. I took a shortcut through the alley behind the old warehouse. That’s when I heard gunshots. I…I saw a group of men… they were wearing black jackets with tiger tattoos on their arms. Two men were on the ground, one of them was already still." "And did you see who shot them?" Henry nodded slowly. "One of the men—he had a scar on his left cheek. He was the one who shot the second man while he was already injured."

“How did you get my phone number?” “You can only ask me ten questions are you sure you want to waste those slots asking unreasonable things?” He asked me teasingly, and my breathing became labored. I don’t think he is lying, there are only a few people who would know Guillotine, the author of Valentine’s Day and that could be Valentina, Travis, and I.

“So, I assumed you were either kidnapped, dead, or screwing a new guy since you’re so lonely.” I almost choked on my breath. “What? God. No, Avy.” “Relax, I’m joking. But seriously, you need to work on your security system. Your door was unlocked. Are you planning on starting a charity giveaway? Because anyone could walk in and steal your TV or those luxurious silk designs you just bought.” I laugh, shutting the door and dropping my purse on the counter. “Girl, what are you even doing here? You know I’m married, right?”

To get rid of our pup and date with his assistant on Valentine's Day, my mate Marcus forced our injured pup to go rock climbing and poisoned him. When I rushed my dying pup to the hospital, I unexpectedly saw my mate accompanying his assistant for a prenatal checkup. Our terrified pup lay convulsing from the poison, but Marcus didn’t even care about him. "He's just an Omega. If he was a proper wolf, he'd heal instantly!" I clutched the $100 million Moonlight Blessing herb in my pocket. I accidentally found it in the forest this morning.

His touch was like a cold, clammy vice, and it brought back all the horrible memories of when he had tried to take advantage of me and Jane in the woods. As Henry's fingers dug deeper into my skin, I couldn't help but think that I would rather be with Damian, despite the danger that lurked beneath his surface. At least with Damian, I felt a twisted sense of safety, a sense that he wouldn't hurt me without a reason. Henry, on the other hand, was a wild card, a psychopath with no conscience and no qualms about hurting those around him. "Hey, why complaining, my love? Didn't you miss me?" Henry's voice was like a snake slithering through the grass, making my skin crawl. His smile was repulsive,

She had recognized Tarquin but she was now nervous, praying he wouldn't recognize her. Their meeting in the country had been scheduled to be a surprise which she must pull. "I'm Henry, and he is Tarquin, my friend." Henry said and stretched out his hand, waiting eagerly for the entertainer to receive it which she did reluctantly. "Nathan Henry?" The entertainer pretended to ask with wide eyes, acting like she couldn't believe he was the one, he was very popular even after he had earlier left the country. "Yes, you know me too? Guy, I am a celebrity." Henry whispered to Tarquin who scoffed in return, smiling at the entertainer but of course Henry knew he was. He was one of the top baddie Bill