The Danger Begins Henry Danger Novels & Stories

Hunter added, crumpling up the paper napkin he’d just wiped his mouth with and tucking it into the takeout container. When they’d tried three different routes without success and came to yet another standstill on the last one, Hunter unbuckled his seatbelt and swiveled to face her. He looked down at her feet. “Can you walk a while in those heels?” “Sure.” She set her container on the seat beside her and undid her own seatbelt, assailed by nervousness. In light of the possible threat against her, walking around out there in broad daylight even with a bodyguard didn’t thrill her. Especially in shoes that would leave blisters after a few blocks.

She hurriedly goes for my belt and undoes the buttons of my pants afterward. I pull up the big hoodie she's wearing to expose more metal on her. Three daggers and a gun. They are both silver and have the same initials as her necklace. NV. I think it's time I get to know something about her. I'm so relieved that she's not some helpless girl who does not know how to take care of herself. I'm surrounded by danger and the first thing your rivals go after is the one thing you care for. The moment they know I have a soft spot for this girl, she'll automatically be in deeper shit than she already is.

She heard a familiar voice said as the owner of the voice stepped out from behind the bushes with one hand up in surrender while the other held a picnic basket to which she raised an eyebrow at. “Henry, how many more times do I have to tell you to call before coming over?” She asked him while waving her phone in front of his face. “It would have spoilt the surprise,” Henry replied while gesturing to the picnic basket he held. “What is that?” “I wanted some alone time with you before you travel off across the world to college.” Henry pouted and Sam scrunched up her face. Henry has been the first one to talk to her on her first day as a freshman again in his high school.

she asked, reaching between them to wrap her fingers around his cock. His breath whistled through his teeth and he flexed in her grip. "Common sense—which apparently I don't seem to have—says I should never have started with you. I'll probably go to hell for pulling you into this life I live. It's too erratic. Too unsafe. But the truth is, the minute I saw you my brain took a vacation and my body took over. And with each time we spent together, you became more and more important to me. Now I've put you in danger, yanked out of your home in the middle of the night—"

“Get the boys ready. It’s time to do it.” Sophia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Do what?” Henry ended the call, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “Don’t worry about it,” he said with a grin. “Just sit tight. You’ll see soon enough.” Raymond’s unease deepened, but he said nothing. Whatever Henry had planned, it was clear they were entering a dangerous game—one that could either secure their ambitions or destroy everything they’d worked for. Sophia leaned back on the couch, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Henry.”

I could feel every inch of his hard body pressed against me the same body I had tried so hard to forget. Henry’s voice dropped even lower, dangerous and rough. “You have no idea what you’ve just walked into, Silver.” His eyes flicked down to my lips for a split second before returning to my face, dark and intense. The shouting in the background had stopped. The two suited men were probably watching now, but Henry didn’t seem to care. I swallowed hard, trapped between fear and that stupid, unwanted spark of heat low in my belly. This was bad. Really bad. And the way Henry was looking at me right now… it felt like the real danger had only just begun.

Even though he stood there casually, Henry felt a suffocating pressure. Lydia sensed something was wrong and turned to look, though she could not figure out what was happening. "Who are you?" Henry asked. His expression remained calm, but inside, he was on high alert. That person had appeared without him even noticing, and that was alarming. What truly worried Henry was the overwhelming sense of danger from the stranger, a feeling that he might not be able to protect Lydia. He had no other guards around; he had thought his presence was enough to keep her safe.

The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos. Cole glanced at them both, grim. “They’re not stopping, Dante. Whoever’s after her…they want blood.” Dante’s grip tightened around Amara as he turned to Cole, voice low and deadly. “Then they’ll drown in theirs.” Amara looked between them—the man who claimed to protect her, and the one who claimed to save her. And for the first time, she didn’t know which of them was more dangerous. Her voice broke softly against the silence. “That was the night I realized Dante wasn’t my danger… he was my war.”

The more I thought he would get farther and farther away and I would never see him again the more I struggled. Now, I understand why love is dangerous. When you love truly, you let go of all your inhibitions. You forget how to be rational. Too much emotion will eat away at you. You give all you've got without thinking how that person could possibly hurt you. And even if you’re already hurting, you’ll still insist. I cried more as the wind blew my way.

There was something about H that gave off an air of danger, a gut feeling that Martin couldn’t shake. As H made his way towards his own car, Henry stepped out as well, following closely behind. Martin’s heart skipped a beat as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes. He had expected a simple exchange of the goods that had brought him and Henry to the middle of nowhere in the first place, not this ominous confrontation.