Frankenstein Henry Clerval 소설 & 이야기

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I ran. On getting to the cliff, I could clearly make out the features of the person standing on the cliff. It was a 5 '11 male with chestnut-colored hair. It was Henry, a beta werewolf and Veronica's older brother. I slowed my pace, trying to catch my breath as I approached him. "Henry, what are you doing here?" I called out, my voice rough with emotion. He turned around and grinned widely as though he was enjoying the sight of me panting heavily.

said henry. What about Gerald and Taylor?. I don't see them" said Jeremy. "They will be here soon, they're helping the werewolves out on the freelands" Henry told them. "I should change into something better," said Henry excused himself. He went to his room and took off his sweaty clothes. Seeing Clara's all attention and care on Skyler made him a tad bit jealous. She didn't even see him as all her attention was on the Alpha. He wondered if he had gotten to her too late. What she and the alpha shared was deep and he wondered if he could replace it. As much as he wanted to hate the alpha, he couldn't. How can he be so cool and mature? Henry wondered whether Clara was attracted to the alpha be

I slammed the door behind me, and it made a dull thud. “Are you okay?” Claire looked at me. “Didn’t you see?” I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. The image was still vivid in my mind. “It came out… his secondary sexual organ.” I moved my lips, trying to recall the words I had learned, wracking my brain to describe that thing. But I gave up. “What?!” “That’s wonderful!” Claire and Alice had two completely different reactions. Claire was pale as a ghost, disbelief was written all over her face.

Valentine stood motionlessly, looking at their departing figures, mouth ajar. A few hours ago, he was happy thinking that he would take her to his parent’s place, and now she walked away from him, holding another man’s hand. He was even more puzzled thinking what exactly happened to Carl Black, and who the hell that man called Daniel Brooke was. While he was dazing, Henry August came to him and tapped his shoulder, “Stay away from him and don’t ever think of Miss Holmes. Otherwise, your condition will be like Carl Black’s. Take this as advice.” Henry August strode out soon after dropping those words.

Leesa couldn’t remember the guy’s real name, because Professor Clerval always called him Renfield, after Dracula’s assistant. Dr. Clerval looked the same at every class. His thin frame was slightly stooped with age, but he moved with surprising ease, given his frail appearance. Long white hair hung limply from his head onto his shoulders, the color a sharp contrast to the rumpled black suit he always wore. Leesa still didn’t know whether it was the same suit each time, or whether the professor had a collection of them. As usual, he had black Converse hi-top sneakers on his feet. The sneakers with a suit look might have been hip on a college kid, but it was decidedly out of place for a man in

Valentino pulled out the key and opened the door, stepped inside and growled again as he saw his healer’s body laying on one side of the room and his head laying on the other. “The stupid idiot…” With his temper rising, he moved around the room taking deep breaths, trying to find his shifter’s scent under the stench of the blood. What he found when he walked around the bed made him see red. He let out a loud growl as he walks up next to Henry’s body and turns him over, not surprised that he has his limp cock hanging out of his pants.

He turned back his head to face Liam and placed it on his chest to feel his heartbeat. He mused as his heart was breathing the way it should. "What then could be wrong with you," He whispered, silently, questioning himself. He placed two of his fingers below his nostrils. "You're normal... why then are you unconscious," He muttered. Henry shook his body a second time. He growled and slowly sprouted out his claws from his hands. He raised his hands up and decided to bring it down on Liam's.

Ezra asked, turning back to look at him. "Um... I don't have a mate," Henry admitted. "What do you mean?" Ezra asked, puzzled. Henry's lips quivered, and he blurted out, "I'm a human!" "What? Why didn't you tell me?" Ezra asked, walking over to him. "This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want this reaction," Henry explained, looking down. Ezra smiled and put his arm around Henry's shoulder. "Let's hurry up, or we will be late for class. I don't care that you are human; I have lived with humans in England, so it's not a big deal," Ezra assured him.

--- A soft knock echoed through the quiet apartment. Henry looked up from the book resting on his lap. With a sigh, he placed it on the coffee table and shifted in his wheelchair. He moved toward the door slowly, his hands steady on the wheels. Unlocking it, he pulled the door open. His breath caught when he saw a man he hadn’t seen in years. “Valen,” Henry whispered, his voice nearly cracking. “You came.” Valen gave a quiet nod, his eyes sweeping over Henry from head to toe. “Long time,” he murmured, glancing briefly past him toward Caleb.

Henry clicked the stone dead. Declan spoke up from the side, "Camille, how long have you known Henry?" I shot him a confused look. He'd been quietly observing Henry ever since we walked in, though he hadn't made it obvious. "About three years," I said. "I first came to him because I needed some medicine, but the more I came by, the more I picked up on his remedies for werewolf-sickness. Why?" "Nothing." Declan glanced at Henry one last time. "Just thought he looked familiar."