Dorian Gray Henry Wotton Novels & Stories

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

"Thank you, Mrs. Grey. You're stunning yourself." Ethan gestured to the older man beside him. "Sarah, say hello to my boss and grandfather, Henry Grey. He is today's celebrant." I turned to Henry, a commanding figure with a robust frame and piercing eyes. "Happy birthday, Mr. Grey," I said, extending my hand. Henry's gaze narrowed, his eyes scrutinizing me. He seemed determined to unnerve me, his expression a testament to his ruthless business reputation. "Stop it, Father, you'll scare her away," Vivienne warned.

Doris could not contain her curiosity but dared not ask until Lora spoke up and asked, "Henry, are you very familiar with Young Master York?" Doris waited eagerly for the answer, as she also wanted to know that. Henry smiled and replied, "Not really!" "Not really? Why does he seem a bit afraid of you then?" Lora asked. "Because I'm more powerful than him," Henry said, smiling. "Alright, stop asking these meaningless questions." He attempted to conclude the conversation. "Just curious," Lora said. Then, a familiar voice appeared, happily saying, "Henry?" Henry was surprised to see Winson.

“Good evening, gentlemen.” “Miss Allison, I’ve heard the wonderful news of your grandfather’s recovery. Congratulations! I hope you enjoy yourself tonight,” Henry said with a smile. “Thank you,” Allison said briskly. Henry’s eyes drifted to Dustin and his tone turned dismissive. “And this must be your servant? There’s a lounge at the back where he can wait. We’ve prepared refreshments.” “He’s not my servant!” Allison’s brows furrowed. “His name is Fustin Dox, and he’s my fiance!”

That old man was known for his coldness and nonchalance. “Yes, Mr. Sebastian,” Ramona said, smiling, knowing Dorian would tell his parents of their involvement with the Hawthorne family. “Please have your seat.” She gestured to the butler to get Dorian a glass of drink before turning to him again. It would be better for him to know they were associated with influential personalities as well. “His grandson, the Hawthorne heir, is getting married to Slyvia.”

Lord McDonald and Dacre were presently too unwell to attend. Athena nodded her agreement, put down her unread book and walked slowly towards the dining room which had been reset for the smaller party. Lord Henry Lupton strongly resembled his sister Octavia. High, dramatic cheekbones and the palest blue eyes alongside porcelain skin. He was a man of fashion and was determined not to let a drenching get in the way of a good time. His cheeks were quickly flushed red with the blazing heat of the huge marble fireplace. Both he and Oliver were toasting their survival with glasses of wine at the front of the room when she walked in.

He whispered, getting off the considerable boulder he's been seating on. Strolling back to the lounge, he spotted countless werewolves moving toward the garage. “Are they going somewhere?” he asked himself, noticing how flashy they all dressed. Their outfits certainly were too glamorous to be for strolling. Then again, he didn't give a fuc. k. Proceeding to the tongue, he sighted Alpha Henry among his beta. Though he was unable to see the beta's face, it was certain she was a girl. Dorian huffed, recalling how Henry kissed Daciana. He got him pissed off but soon shoved the feeling away.

said Sebastian. “That’s true. Little sister-in-law is definitely the gang leader in the world of beauties. If you give me a babe like that, I will do the same.” Having said that, Henry took a small sip of his wine. “That’s enough. It’s not like we don’t know your character.” Sebastian couldn’t help taking a jab at him. Henry was speechless from the attack. *** After Stanley exited the door, he went straight to a black Bugatti Veyron.

Making sure he’d removed them all—thank God she didn’t hide weapons in her underwear—Dorian tied her hands behind her back and left her on the chair while removing the weapons from near her proximity. Dorian turned to his father, the copper-haired vampire with pale blue eyes a shade lighter than his own. He looked no older than him on the surface, but Gregory Vermont was over a thousand years old, recognizable only by his thick accent of a language long forgotten. “What are you going to do now? She knows this location, which means others might come in after her.”

He works twelve hours during the day and gets drunk at night, so his body can't stand it. Kristen Oliver's heart stagnated, and a sour feeling spread in his heart. It turns out that during that time, he was as miserable as himself. Anna Garcia, seeing Kristen Oliver's eyes red, hastened to embellish it. 'I never told Kristen Healey that after I separated from Kristen Healey, Mr. Wharton kept himself in the company. The rooms in that company were full of photos of Kristen Healey, and the TV series showed all the clips of Kristen Healey's acting. Mr. Wharton kept on relying on these.'