Henry Huggins Novels & Stories

"What do you want for breakfast, Henry?" "Cocoa Puffs!" he shouted, banging his fist on the counter. "And I want the big bowl!" "Okay, okay, calm down," I sighed, grabbing the box from the pantry. "But only one bowl, or you'll be bouncing off the walls by noon." I poured the cereal, the chocolatey smell warring with the lingering scent of the "nursery disaster" in my nostrils. Once Henry was happily crunching away, I turned my attention to the most important task of the day.

The life of a a hundred and one-year-old was about to disappear soon? Henry was the person that Sabrina hated the most in the Ford Residence. Once the old man was mentioned, Sabrina would be reminded of all those humiliations Henry had imposed on her seven years ago. However, the old man’s life was already coming to end at that point, so what else was there to care about?

A voice interrupts me and I realize that it is Henry. He is always chewing on something. Now it is an apple. He walks closer to me and his attention falls on the photograph of he and Robert that I was staring at. “Do you know this guy?” I ask him as I hug my body. The sun is up, but it is a cold day nevertheless. “Oh, that’s Robert Jones. Quite a character, that guy.” He says with a chuckle. “Oh.” I reply with a weak smile that disappears as quickly as it came.

I watched her relax some and I let the guards take their places before walking away. I walked towards the kitchen and heard Henry humming. "Big bad Brotherhood guy humming in the kitchen" I couldn't control my laughter.. Henry wasn't as big as Zeus. He was younger than all of us. I brought him into the brotherhood from the streets a few years ago. He felt like family to me. He was strung out and alone when I found him. I gave him the choice to get sober and work for me. It took his dumbass a while to get straightened out but I trust him as much as I trust Zeus now. He wanted his brotherhood name to be Henry, and we don't speak his name before. He chose to leave that part of him in the past a

And with the multi-billion dollar company he has, why was he so pressed with my father's debt on him? "Mr. Henry's already here, Miss Hargreeves." I stilled when I saw a man in a black three-piece suit coming our way. That's Gideon Henry? I was expecting an old man. Not a man in his early twenties or early thirties. I continued to watch him as he walked towards us. His business suit was crisp and expensive. He's tall, more than six feet in height. Probably six-five. His dark blonde hair was slicked back.

His stiff smile widened, and I nodded. "So, do you have the goods ready?" I asked him. He nodded vigorously. He stood up, walked briskly to where he had sat, and brought a suitcase. He placed the briefcase on the table and opened it. I pinned him with my eyes, watching his actions closely. Henry was a significant drug dealer with clients all over the world. He was a very popular underworld and respected. The truth that others didn't know was that he worked under me.

“Excuse me? I think I misheard you the first time.” “Do you think I am impotent? I have a daughter and Mister Douglas will take her here as we speak.” Francis laughed nervously thinking that this was all a joke. A hallucination brought by his medications and long sleep. But it was not a joke. The man requested to phone Douglas to prove that he was not making stories up. Mister Douglas, is his butler, serving a long time now in the family, who stood to be like Henry’s second father. He is efficient and very reliable and Henry trusts both of them like family. But upon seeing the seriousness in Henry’s face and the gravity of the situation---as Alexis was after the title and the pack and he wil

My older sister was still married to the man my father had picked for her. "Why do you seem so shocked?" He shrugged one shoulder and then he leaned forward on the table, closing the distance between us, a small smirk sitting on his lips, "I said, are you into threesomes?" I stared into his eyes with my narrowed ones. This man looked like he was straight out of a movie, he was blonde, probably around 6'4, and he had this weird monotonous voice that sent chills down my spine. I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am."

“So, did you leave a man back home?” I thought of Henry. No one had ever made me as happy as he did. He was a computer scientist who worked with one of our government ministries. Great guy, sensitive and good looking but a little too dependent and emotional. Sometimes, I felt like his mother but in a good way. In a lot of instances, I had to take care of him and I liked doing it. He was clumsy but his brain worked constantly.

“Hey there, buddy. Your dad is right; you’re not here because something is wrong. We just need a quick sample to help me with a little research. You like science, don’t you?” Henry blinked, then nodded slowly. “I guess so…” “Well,” Hughes said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small wrapped candy, “scientists like you help doctors like me understand more things. You’re helping me today. How cool is that?” Henry smiled faintly and took the candy. “Good boy,” Hughes said. Then he motioned toward a nurse who was waiting nearby. “This nurse will help me take a tiny sample, okay? Won’t take long at all.”