Henry Holt Book Novels & Stories

Sloane – POV The sun’s warm but not punishing, the gravel crunching under my heels as I lean against the hood of Henry’s car, arms crossed, trying real hard not to keep looking at him. Spoiler: I’m failing. Henry Nichols. Used to be all knobby elbows and oversized glasses. Ran track like a deer on Red Bull and stammered every time I looked at him. This? This is not that boy. This Henry is tall. Calm. Lean in a deliberate kind of way. Built like he doesn’t advertise it—strength tucked beneath his fitted button-up and easy smile. He smells like cedar and clean soap, and I hate how aware I am of that.

she blurted. Henry dipped the envelope into the pocket of his trousers. "Maybe I'll check the envelope later," he said and folded his arms across his chest. "What?" Eve screamed in disbelief. "Maybe I'll just head out and see if I can clear some office documents in my study while you wait here," Henry replied. Eve fumed. Dane chuckled. Henry was taunting Eve. "So I'm going to sit here like a hostage while you go about your business? Now that you've found your envelope, let me go." Eve protested.

Dylan sprung up from his seat, Henry ignored him as his eyes were now fixated on what Dylan was making research on. He picked up the papers and was looking at them, “That is none of your business” Dylan snatched the paper from him; Henry arched a brow at him. Like really? None of his business? “what are you doing with all of this?” Henry bent to look at the papers, “List of supernatural creatures, are there demon wolfs? How to catch a wolf with wolfsbane” Henry read aloud as he kept reading from paper to paper “Stop!” Dylan snatched all the papers and poured them on his desk

“Young Alpha, this is unbecoming behavior. You must learn discipline if you wish to...” “I don’t want to learn discipline,” Henry snapped, cutting him off. “I don’t want to sit here reading stupid books. I’ll just be like Conan! He doesn’t sit with books all day, and he’s still the strongest Alpha.” The room went still at his words. I felt my chest tighten. Conan wasn’t here, but I could already imagine the storm in his eyes if he had heard his son speak like that. “Henry,” I said softly, moving toward him, “it’s not about sitting with books. It’s about...”

“You sound just like Fletcher. Henry isn’t a bad guy. He works as a stockbroker. He’s one of the world's top five stock brokers. Henry is good at buying cheap and selling high. I think it’s the predator of our animal side, makes us more attentive and competitive.” ‘Or he is doing some insider trading’ I think, but I don’t say it. I don’t feel like being antagonistic tonight if I can help it. Instead, I say, “Interesting theory. I guess I can see how that might come into play.” Wel walk into an enormous room with the biggest dining room table I’ve ever seen. Food is on the table and everyone is sitting. I take a seat near Margo. The food looks and smells delicious. “Thank you girls for cookin