Romans & histoires Fnaf Henry Daughter

Josephine said, at first she thought he was rejecting her because if his asexuality but if he was claiming not be be asexual then it would be a disgrace to her profession as everyone would say she had been rejected by the famous Henry Brundeen. "Oh I have a woman that I love, in fact we have a son together. I love her with all my heart." Henry proudly stated. As if that was not enough, he had even informed them that he had a son. Within those few seconds, the news had made it to the headlines and everyone was starting to gossip about it. The views skyrocketed to a hundred million as everyone who had not joined did so when they saw the news. ★He has a son?★ ★Oh Lord!★

he starts, but I cut him off, not wanting to hear any more. "Just go, Henry." I say, noticing out of the corner of my eye Mom's effort to hold Dad for a few more minutes. "Fine, but if you don't text me, I'll come after you." he says firmly, sounding very smug in his statement and if I didn't know that this is all just because he wants information about Aurora, I might even be fooling myself. "Nobody wants you here. Get out." Peter grumbles. Henrico pulls away from me, placing a kiss in my hair as he walks over to Peter and faces him, whispering something under his breath only for him to hear and then walks away, stopping two steps to look back.

I grinned like an idiot and took the stuffed flower bouquet from Elayne. "Thanks." Then I went quiet, eyes glued to my phone. Elayne slid her hand over the screen. "Don't look at that." I shook my head. "It's fine. I'm not mad." The camera zoomed in—Mom and some girl in the pic. Caption: [Valentine's Day with my daughter, Tia.] Elayne gave me that look—like she was trying to read my mind. I forced a smile. "I know her. Tia was in the bed next to Dad. She's an orphan. Got better thanks to donations.

I was the host that day, yet I didn't receive a single glance from my mother, as if I were her enemy instead of her daughter. During a break, I went to the restroom and accidentally overheard a conversation between Wendy and her friend. Her tone was smug, as if she had pulled off some grand feat. "Luckily, your uncle holds a high position at that old witch's company and helped me gather her preferences! Now that I've successfully become her daughter, you all can expect some benefits in the future!" Her friend chimed in, "I heard she hates pick-me girls, so you'd better not get caught! Haha… just thinking about how easy it is to manipulate that old hag makes me laugh!"

"Elena, please. You have to understand." I jerked away from his touch as if it burned. "Understand what? Understand that you've been lying to me for months? Understand that you've been spending your savings on another child while our daughter is here dying? Is that what you want me to understand?" "I never meant for this to happen," he said, and for a moment, I saw genuine remorse in his eyes. The child's father is my friend Seth, whom you also know about, he assigned me to take care of his daughter since he is out of town.

she asked in a whisper. Gavin nodded and said,” Athena, that is Sally, Henry's daughter and I am going to assume that was your breakfast so we can grab a bite in the village after shopping.” Capturing my elbow with his fingers he steered me away from the emotional mess. Nearing my ear he said, “Justine’s being a drama queen and wasn't even close to her dad. She was closer to mine.” Finding that an odd thing to say I side-eyed him strangely. “You must be close to her to know so much,” I asserted and he shrugged.

"How did you know it was me?" "Do you think I ever stopped watching that orphanage?" Henry laughed, a dry, rattling sound. "I’ve had eyes on that facility since the day it opened. I knew the moment a girl named Monroe was dropped off. I followed your grades, your medical records, your first heartbreak. I waited until you were old enough—until the 'Monroe Provision' could be legally binding." He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, though I recoiled. "I know you are the exact daughter of my friends because I ran the DNA tests the first time you scraped your knee on the estate gravel. You are 100% Elena’s daughter. And you are the only piece of her I have left."

The day our daughter got into a top college, my husband, Henry Kushner, handed her five $50 bills. "That's your monthly allowance." I stared at him. "She needs clothes. Makeup. How is $250 a month supposed to cover all that?" Henry frowned. "She's your daughter too. And when I was in college, $250 was more than enough." Ashley looked down at the cash, eyes red. My chest tightened. I turned away and pulled out my phone, ready to send her the money I'd secretly saved for a laptop. Then Henry's phone rang. He jumped up and headed straight for the balcony. The glass door didn't close all the way. His voice floated back inside—soft, warm, worried. "Anna, why would you borrow money from

Bella instinctively pulled her sleeve over the bracelets. My mother saw there was no hiding it. "Bella's marrying into the Harrison family. She has so many expenses. You're going to college soon—once you have a degree, you'll earn plenty. You can always save again." "I saved that for five years. Fixing jewelry. Drawing designs. Five years." My father's voice was sharp. "Why do you have to be so particular about money? We raised you for eighteen years. We use some of your money, and we have to report to you?"

"Well, your brother is being a bit of an asshole to Tracey." "I’ll speak to him later. Don't worry." "Do you know everyone in the group?" "Yes, including my brother's ex," Henry laughed. "He still can't get over her. I’ve told him how to be a real man, but he ended up sleeping around until he met this new girl." "Tracey was difficult before because of peer pressure, but she’s a sweet girl now." "I see she gets along with Keira. I’m not surprised. Everyone around our daughter becomes her protector." Henry remembered how Keira had mentioned 'Hannah Grace' every night before bed, even as an infant.