Bendy X Henry Novels & Stories

His fingers tightened around his phone. If Benedict fell, he fell too. It was that simple. He dialed a number to someone he never thought he would call. Tiana. She picked within seconds, her voice sharp, unstable. “Hello.” Tiana said, wondering who the caller was. “Good day, Mrs. Striker.” Henry greeted, trying to be professional. “Henry Augustine, CEO of Henz Corp, calling.” That name rang a bell. Tiana have heard of the Augustines, their continues fight against Sarah’s sudden, unexpected rise to power, and how powerful the two brothers were, from London to New York.

Bernard turned to look at Henry as his soft eyes suddenly turned a little intimidating. Hmm? You're not afraid of me even though I'm pissed right now? Why should I be afraid of you when you're mad? "Henry asked in reply nonchalantly, and he was as emotionless as a robot." "Since Bernard rescued Henry from the hospital, the latter had worked for him. This was how Henry's personality had been since then." Does your arm still hurt? Bernard looked at Henry's arm subconsciously while he asked this. "Previously, Mango had cut off the tendons in Henry's hand. Although Bernard had managed to rescue Henry in time and reattach his tendons, the latter would still suffer from lingering side effects. Hen

Henry landed on the floor, the back of his head hitting a small hardwood table. Henry hissed at the pain, then slowly helped himself back up. Yes, Brian was more muscular and it was obvious to everyone that he had more strength than his younger brother, Henry. But Henry didn't want to be weak anymore. He also wanted to show his elder brother that he could fight for what he wanted.

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

Jordan home now. Yes. Please bring him back. When the call ended, Xenia set her phone aside and picked up the stack of photos on the table, all tucked neatly inside a brown envelope. She pulled out one. It showed Henry and Hailey lying together intimately. She had bribed a staff member beforehand to slip something into Henry’s drink. Once drunk, he would lose control. For the past month he had pretended to restrain himself, avoiding all other women. But once alcohol stripped away his guilt, he always followed his instincts.

Hendry got naked the second he was done taking off Brody's sweatpants and shirt. "Come on buddy, watch them," Hendry said as he took Brody's engorged dick in his hand and started stroking it back and forth. "You want her to ride you?" Hendry asked, biting his earlobe, moving to his side, and taking his leg with his telling him to make some space for them.

He had left the family when he was a child, and they had not expected to meet again. Most importantly, his brother was a disciple of the top master in Islehaven. His strength was extreme and terrifying. Henry would not be able to defeat him by himself. "Don't worry! "I'm Master Bentley's disciple and have strong fighting skills. "For a man like him, I can deal with a hundred in a minute." Chester said proudly, "Do you want to kneel to beg for mercy, or shall I do it for you?" Lydia was shocked when she heard that. She looked nervous when she noticed Henry's frown. It was obvious that he was in trouble.

I was now looking at Henry's status, which appeared to be quite awful, and the only thing that seemed to be desirable was his average mana. [Status] Name- Henry Floyd Age- 18 Race- Human Title- None Class- None Element- Grass(GRADE 2) Level 43 HP: 1050 CON: 105 DEF: 33 DEX: 7 ATK: 45 STR: 15 Mana: 56 INT: 12

Heron surly demanded, his breathing becoming heavier, exhaling steam through the receiver. “It’s …..” I don’t remember his name, so I sweetly asked him, “It’s been a long time since I saw you but I can’t recall your name.” “Henry, the comic fanatic.” He apprised to jog my memory. With full delight, his cheeks and eyebrows swelled. “Oh, I remember now.” I exclaimed as I vetted his features, removing the phone from my ears, “You have grown a lot. You were so scrawny when we were younger and now you have biceps and muscles. Totally matured.”

Bane may not be an Alpha, but he shows no fear towards Henry and no sign of backing down. "What are you going to do?." Henry challenged Bane. Bane smirked, "Just this." he said through gritted teeth and punched Henry. Henry fell to the ground by Bane's hit to his face; Henry quickly stood and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. "You'll regret that." Henry growled; Bane chuckled, "I enjoyed it; I won't be regretting anything." Henry went to take steps towards Bane when a growl erupted through the woods, and we all silenced.