Cale Henituse Novels & Stories

"Can she still be used by us?" "It was done by my people, and it seems like she can’t be used much anymore in the current situation." David shook his head, watching Henri who came in outside the door, he stood up and said, "I would like to introduce to everyone, whom I’ve mentioned before. This is Henri, an expert and genius in psychology at a young age." "Mr. Coleman, you praised me too much." Henri smiled lightly. "All of you are worried about Ace, Henri is here, he can hold back Ace temporarily." David said again.

The system however will never be able to escape this heartless Host command as it began his duty. Attempting Opening Status quo... Loading... Inializing... Downloading... 10..35...50...99.. Successful D******d.... Successful Operation.... Name: Clone Henn Age: 23 years old Relationship to the Host: Stranger System: No system Ability: Glittering Dust Identity: Ordinary HD10 Special Circumstances: Close to Elimination Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Deteriorate Heroes’ [He follows his Young master commands every time, he would kill himself if that was also his Young master command]

"I have no idea about that. I'm so sorry for being a busybody. I thought I could pamper him since he's my new nephew..." Jennet smiled. "Don't worry. I understand." Then, Helena excused herself when she went to assist Rebecca to bring the refilled jug to the dining hall. Meanwhile, Jennet stood and watched Helena from the kitchen. She could see the hidden image on her face, even more clearly, when she focused her sight. This time, she saw greenish scales on her neck and her temples. Furthermore, the slimy scent had gotten stronger and it had stung her nose.

It'll be as good as new,“ Henrique replied dryly. Helena relaxed, smiling at the shut-down machine. ”Oh, that's good. It would be such a waste. He's really handsome, with an elegant design!“ Henrique: ”..." Handsome? Henrique looked at the old tin can with murderous eyes. Decided. This one is going to the trash compactor tomorrow. After passing through facial biometric verification, the steel door slid open and Henrique entered the main building. Helena followed closely behind, looking around anxiously.

“Theodore Nightshade.” Citizens of Henosis seem to be awfully sensitive about their names, I commented to Violet. She responded quickly. They’ve been called much worse than the wrong nickname on our side of the border. That was a good reminder. I was coming from a place that had outlawed the very essence of Henosis. Folks here probably were more nervous about my presence here than I was. “Yes,” Lillith responded, “the Uncrowned King. I’ve always kept an ear out for news about my best friend’s son.”

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.

He noticed Caitlin’s small but perfect looking breasts first, and then the mark on her neck, Henrik sporting a matching mark on his. He felt a twinge of sadness but pushed it aside; he was genuinely happy for his friend that he had finally found his mate. He was trying his best to be discreet as he worked his way through his wardrobe to get a change of clothes, but even the light clanging of coat hangers was enough to alert the finely honed senses of a warrior. Henrik sat up. “Dane, I’m sorry, we…” “It’s fine, it’s fine. I’ve got to meet the Brookvale Alpha, but I needed a change of clothes. You stay here.”

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.

he asked as he bent down and whispered in his ear. “The small circle she is working with right now?” Henni asked as she looked at him. She smiled, “that would be baby a.” “A?” he asked, “As in you were right, and there is more than one?” “That is correct,” Henni said, and his grin showed up. “Look at the other circle. That is baby b.” “So two?” he asked. “Two.” She replied, and he kissed her. “you’re okay with that?”