Best Henati Novels & Stories

I must be very careful. Since I am known, at least by Jamie, Victor, and some of the people who participated in the competition or even know me as the winner of the Best Conceptual Development Project and the designer of CAPTURE from the forum, for being around as Henry Nosrevi, I guess I shall use that name. Figuring that showing my point card would have the chance of exposing the fact that Henry and Henrietta are the same person when Daniella sees a new stamp on Henrietta’s card from the time Henry visited instead of her, I decide to stealthily slide the point card back into my pocket.

He shakes his head, “He has every other sanguidae to take care of, I didn’t want to bother him unless I absolutely had to.” Henet’s eyes are burning blood-red, alive with hunger, but her skin looks sickly. Instead of her usual latte-coloured skin, it looks almost grey and there are deep circles under her large doe-eyes. Her dark brown hair that just passes her shoulders is wild and unkempt, and her small, lanky 4’9 frame looks fragile, though even I know as small and fragile as she looks, she could snap us all in half in seconds. “Isn’t there something you can do?” Aqen begs me.

Rebecca Martin, or Bex as we call her, my best friend and daughter to my fathers Beta Josh, and his mate Mary, and I have just finished our graduation party at the pack house and decided we wanted to go to the city, and not just any city, but Nashville Tennessee, home of country music and hot chicken. With permission from our parents and a hotel room for the night Bex and I take off for a night and day of fun and exploration. The sights and sounds of the city have butterflies in my stomach as I try to take it all in and figure out where to go first. Bex of course wants food so our first stop is Hattie B’s Hot Chicken. Situated right there on lower Broadway.

I mumbled. "End of discussion," Katrina declared. "Buffy and Helena, take Cáel to the Men's room and get him cleaned up and presentable. I need the ****, ****, and **** to stay behind. We have much to discuss." What did I get out of that little exchange? Buffy and Helena weren't part of the real Havenstone, Desiree was and the fact that naming status positions 'charioteer', 'archer' and 'shield maiden' in Old Kingdom Hittite only confirmed my worst fears.

Then his picture, name, and other related information appeared. "Henri Fabious, 26 years of age, A+ blood type," Henri unconsciously read the information. 'From Kalantiaw to Estefan; then, Estefan to Joshua; now, Joshua to Henri," says a tiny voice from his head. She did the same, " 26 years old archaeologist, AB normal, Ahri Hauntsen. So, I am now Ahri Hauntsen. Geez, this is insane," she murmured.

No doubt we're being put on watch by their personal assistants. Henley was very unattractive to be a male. He was short and unappealing to me. I hated males like him. He was a freak. A guy that dyed his hair blue. No wonder he was an omega. He had his hair styled in a man-bun. An earpiece hanging out of his ear for the whole world to see. He even had disgusting chocolate brown eyes. Shit eyes. Nothing good came from eyes like those. Not only was he the complete opposite of what I wanted in a man but he had dimples when he smiled. It was a huge turn off. I couldn't stand to look at him any longer. But, I would. I liked to weigh down omegas for what they truly were. I wasn't the type to break

“Henrietta may not understand the ways of a few things that women will do, but I certainly do. So as I look over the lot of you, I have to say I am totally unimpressed. I thought you would be at least passably attractive. There is not really a good feature amongst the group of you. I honestly have no clue how you managed this far without putting out. That has to be it. You must be passible in bed though still not good enough to marry. Since none of you are married, at least there is hope for the young men in question for them having at least half a brain.” Henni was watching as every statement was making them flinch. This was the way to hit them in a place that Henni didn’t understand. Their

Something odd in a wolf shifter at any age and something he was sensitive about. He came to a stop before her petite form. Helena looked up at him tiredly. She wore her chestnut hair up in a messy bun at the base of her neck. “Hi, Nathan. What do you need?” She sighed and reminded herself this was her father’s most trusted and loyal friend on the earth. As the Alpha of the Black Dane Pack. Helena’s father, Vincent Harris, controlled it for over forty years. Even after her mother passed two years prior, he stood strong against anyone who came looking to take over his pack. Helena took up the reins as his Luna now.

She wore glasses and had an aloof but refined air to her. She was obviously an intellectual, but she looked both arrogant and imperious. She exuded a guarded air as she stared at Sebastian. Henrietta Queen, also known as Henry. The rising star of Steinberg's pharmaceutical industry. She had the nickname of being a "genius doctor". She had been very popular in the Steinberg pharmaceutical industry for the past two years!

What made it so much worse was the reason she had a vendetta against me was making his way up to the bar as we spoke. Jensen Hagen, blond haired, blue eyed and pretty much body chiseled like a god, stopped at the bar and smiled at me. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged every single one of his eight pack muscles perfectly and showed a sample of the ink he carried just under the band on his sleeve. I knew from memory that the tattoo continued on to his chest and was a beautiful viking design. He was also the future Beta of the Dark Moon pack. I normally stayed away from pack wolves, but about six months ago Jensen’s charming smile had worked a little too well on me and we had been frie