Henry Huggins Novels & Stories

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."

She was the one who hoped the lighthouse could restore its former light more than anyone. Jenna Sarah I don't even know the story ofPaul Henry, including whyPaul Henry appeared in H city, appeared in the houseFiona, these things he did not know,Paul Henry He didn't intend to explain, he also didn't intend to ask, so he was a bit confused at the moment, in his mind, it's normal for Paul Henry's body to need to see a doctor, it's not normal to see a doctor, why is the little niece so excited?

Isn't that one of the world's most famous businessmen that he and Tania have discussed before? He remembered the man's face, it was the man they saw on the television at the book festival. Yes! The man from the interview! Remembering the man brought a bitter taste to Henry's mouth. Wait….. That name seemed more familiar now since Henry's memory came back. His adoptive mother's name is Sarah Lee, his older brother's name is William Lee and he often goes with his older brother to take care of business with foreigners. Wait a minute, could it be….. "Nathan Lee is-"

The IV drip attached to his arm did nothing to diminish the authority that clung to him as usual. The old man was dressed in a perfectly tailored three-piece suit. His silver hair was neatly combed back, and his sharp gray eyes, which were very similar to Grayson’s, landed on his grandson. Henry Moore was a man of legacy, discipline, and power. He had built an empire with an iron will, and he expected nothing less from his grandson. Melissa followed closely behind, her expression laced with concern on her nephew. “You disappeared for over two weeks,” Henry’s deep, authoritative voice filled the room. “Only to end up in a hospital?”

His chest felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand. Six years ago, in a small boutique in the pack village, he’d bought a set of three. He’d hidden them in the back of the nursery closet, a secret gift for the child Joshua was carrying. A child he’d been told died on that cliffside. He turned the toy over in his palm. On the bottom, in faded permanent marker, were the initials: H. H. "Henry Harrington," Richard whispered, the name a jagged shard of glass in his throat.

“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.”