Henry Holt Book Novels & Stories

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

“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

"Dad, can I barrow some of your books?" "Of course, you can have it." "Really?" Hailey's smile shines. "Yes, what did you like?" he asked. "Encyclopedia Britannica!" his son was excited. "Seriously?" Henry laugh a little. "Yes Daddy, can I have it?" his son's eyes are still shining, Henry was laughing inside... it's as if he was looking at himself when he was young. "Sure Hailey! You can take it." Henry brushes his son's hair. "Thanks Daddy! I love you!" Hailey was very happy and so as Henry. *****

Wilbur sneered and said, "Holt, you've already caused a major disaster and can't even protect yourself. Do you really think you can continue with your plans in Beklaven?" "What? Did I hear wrong? You say I've caused a major disaster?" Holt's wicked smile grew as he said, "Wilbur, are you scared after seeing me sacrifice the Dark Messenger to my god? Is that why you're speaking nonsense? Pathetic. If you want to stand up for them, then I'll kill you first." With those words, Holt turned into a shadow and instantly appeared in front of Wilbur. However, Wilbur sensed Holt's aura in time and quickly retreated several meters, dodging Holt's attack.

Henry had to lie. After a breath and a cynical laugh, Louis replied, "I didn't know you were such a good liar." "You lie?" Louis nodded confidently. Henry's contact immediately pushed Louis' chest back. "Don't be too delusional. You don't have your book with you," Louis replied directly, noticing Henry's two hands. Henry looked down and saw his own hands. "There are a lot of books in there; I'm tired of reading the old ones," Henry cried. "Louis didn't answer, but his two eyes still showed Henry's intense attention. You won't read a book either." Henry tried to persuade Louis.

Adrian asked, and for the first time his curiosity surfaced before he could hide it — interest. Holt looked through the envelopes, his expression giving nothing away. "Most of them are routine estate matters." He paused on one envelope in particular, and something in the way he held it — slightly apart from the others — made the room go quieter than it already was. My attention followed the envelope in his hand. "And the rest?" I asked. Holt looked up. "One of them is international." Behind him, through the open drawing room door, at some point during the morning, someone had covered it. I hadn't even noticed when. Augustus's portrait, draped in black cloth already, though I didn't know who'