Henry From Bendy And The Ink Machine Novels & Stories

Bernard turned to look at Henry as his soft eyes suddenly turned a little intimidating. Hmm? You're not afraid of me even though I'm pissed right now? Why should I be afraid of you when you're mad? "Henry asked in reply nonchalantly, and he was as emotionless as a robot." "Since Bernard rescued Henry from the hospital, the latter had worked for him. This was how Henry's personality had been since then." Does your arm still hurt? Bernard looked at Henry's arm subconsciously while he asked this. "Previously, Mango had cut off the tendons in Henry's hand. Although Bernard had managed to rescue Henry in time and reattach his tendons, the latter would still suffer from lingering side effects. Hen

My arms were too full to steady myself. “Whoa, careful there.” Strong hands gripped my bare shoulders to steady me. I looked up and froze. Henry stood there, shirtless, his sculpted chest just inches away. A gothic-style angel tattoo marked his right shoulder, the kind you’d see in an old cemetery. It caught me off guard; he didn’t seem like the type to have ink. He always came across as too serious for that. A faint trail of light-colored hair ran across his chest and down toward his stomach. Well, damn. So that’s what he’d been hiding under those tailored blazers. My eyes traveled up to meet his, and I saw amusement flickering there. He’d noticed me checking him out.

Even a blind person could see that, but I wasn’t about to run complaining to Ryker. I could handle a couple of low-life bullies, even if my magic urged me to send them through a wall. “Hey, Henry,” I murmured greetings to my lab partner, a scrawny kid who was half-witch, half-human. Well, he wasn’t exactly a kid. He was my age, but the human side of him resulted in him being smaller than most of the others in the class. It wasn’t his fault wolves were built big. What Henry lacked in size; he made up for in magic. Sort of, anyway.

I was a bit lost since Kaden nodded. “Henry is the best option, but do you think he'll agree? I mean… he's a big shot and all,” Kaden said hesitantly, and I was still confused… who was Henry? “I'm lost…who is Henry?” I asked with narrowed eyes, and Andy let out a sigh. “Henry is our biggest construction company owner here… he's good and can help if you need remodeling…” “Yeah, but the issue is Henry is a big shot and rarely takes small jobs…” Kaden chimed in while glaring at Andy. He ignored her and turned to look at me. He scanned me from head to toe as if assessing me.

My limbs felt heavy, my thoughts syrupy and slow. Dragging myself upright, I shuffled to the door and opened it to find Henry standing there like a burst of chaotic sunshine. He wore a small black beanie, an oversized retro jumper in faded mustard and teal, black jeans cuffed at the ankles, and a pair of well-worn high-top sneakers. In one hand he held a giant duffel bag, in the other, a mercifully steaming cup of coffee. “How are you this energetic?” I muttered, taking the cup without hesitation and walking back to my bed.

“Hey there, champ. How are we feeling today?” “My tummy doesn't hurt anymore and I feel hungry,” Henry replied weakly. “I also feel like eating ice cream with waffles. Mummy, will you make it for me when we get home?” “Most definitely, baby. I will make you whatever you want.” “Okay, mummy.” Dr Simpson walked over to the beeping machines beside Henry, observed them then injected something into the IV packet. “Henry will be good to go in about three days.” She revealed, to which I gasped before gazing at Henry, who had a weak smile plastered to his face.

Richard’s voice was a low, vibrating roar that made the floorboards shake. "Richard! I... I found him in the garden! He was trying to rob us!" Richard didn't look at her. He walked toward Henry, his steps heavy. He stopped three feet away. He looked at the mud-stained jacket. He looked at the "Silver Link" pulsing in the boy’s throat. "Your name," Richard commanded. "Henry," the boy said, his voice echoing the Alpha’s tone. "My name is Henry Scott." Richard’s hand went to his own chest, right over the bandage where the silver-rot had been.

Mark’s steadiness was absolute, as if emotions like panic or confusion had never existed in his genetic code. Mona’s jaw dropped. “Holy crap! Are they playing tennis or fighting to the death?” Adriana replied coolly, “It can be interpreted that way.” Mona leaned forward, eyes darting left and right across the court. “Who is that guy? He’s so ruthless! He’s not seriously trying to beat my idol, is he?” Adriana answered, unsure herself. “That’s Henry, an orthopedic surgeon from Light Hospital. He knows your idol.”

As we neared our apartment, Wick began to search for a place to park. “‘Hopeless Henry’ is the name of the entire story,” I said. “His name’s just Henry.” As Wick found a spot half a block from our complex, I dangled the toy in front of Bingley, causing her to leap up for it. “He’s a tuba player in his college marching band.” Wick blurted out a laugh. “A tuba player. Seriously? You’re in love with a tuba player? I don’t even know which instrument the tuba is. It’s that long one with the slide thing that comes way out, right?”

He had left the family when he was a child, and they had not expected to meet again. Most importantly, his brother was a disciple of the top master in Islehaven. His strength was extreme and terrifying. Henry would not be able to defeat him by himself. "Don't worry! "I'm Master Bentley's disciple and have strong fighting skills. "For a man like him, I can deal with a hundred in a minute." Chester said proudly, "Do you want to kneel to beg for mercy, or shall I do it for you?" Lydia was shocked when she heard that. She looked nervous when she noticed Henry's frown. It was obvious that he was in trouble.