Henry Huggins Novels & Stories

“This better be good.” The door swung open, revealing Henry, dressed in a meticulously pressed gray suit and carrying a collection of fancy, well-coordinated shopping bags. The usual look of exasperation played on his face, intensified by a faint smudge of exhaustion. “Hello, Henry,” I greeted him, keeping my tone neutral but curious. “What brings you here today?” “I hoped you’d developed enough sense to distinguish Henry from Tim by now, but alas, I’m disappointed again,” he remarked drily, casting a sharp look around the room. “Who were you talking to?”

I hear the door crack open and one of the big guys comes strolling in, slicing and dicing an apple. “You finally came to, man I thought you died on me.” He lets out a chuckle as he pops a piece into his mouth. “I have no clue what a pretty little thing like you did to piss off the boss, but I’m just glad it’s not me.” He smirks and pull a chair closer. “I’m Henry and I’m on guard duty.” He leans back into his chair. “You might as well get comfortable, we’re going to be here awhile.”

Henry elegantly laughed, "Mommy, let's consider the situation in city W. There are also quite a few people playing arms smuggling. Mr. Quincy, who you consider a good person, also commits crimes. That's how the business world is - money reigns supreme!" "Besides arms, what else do you dabble in?" Jessica felt it necessary to thoroughly understand her precious child. Henry cleared his throat and pouted, "Diamond, smuggling, money laundering... those are my specialties." "What about drugs?" "I swear on my integrity, absolutely not!" Henry said earnestly, "I would never touch that, Mommy, trust me!" "Trust my foot!" Jessica lightly hit his little head. She couldn't help but wonder why this litt

Mr. Henry was a funny looking man. Yes, one could see that he had money and his entire body showed it very well but the was just something about him that was funny looking. Maybe it was his big protruding stomach, or maybe it was the fact that he had a bald head and a full moustache or maybe, just maybe it was the several rings that he wore on his fingers that gave him the look of a gangster.

“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

JADE "Forgive my manners," Henry gushed when I stared at him silently. I could tell he didn't recognize me from the way he stared at me as though he wanted to eat me up. "Like Max, does he find me familiar?" I wondered. He reached out his hand for a handshake and said proudly, "My name is Henry and I am the manager of this Pizzeria." I stared at his hand and said inwardly, "Perhaps, this is my opportunity to get the revenge I have always wanted."

He let the question linger for a moment, but then shrugged it off, deciding it wasn’t his concern cause he'd eventually find out. "Whatever it is," he said aloud with a small yawn, "I just hope they catch me faster. I'm starting to get bored waiting for them." Pushing himself up from the chair, Henry stretched lazily and headed to the small kitchen area. His body ached for real food, but he was too tired to make anything decent, so he grabbed a packet of instant noodles instead. As the water boiled, Henry leaned against the counter, lost in thought again. "So... what's Cassia doing now?" he mused, a sly glint flashing through his eyes. "Still flirting like always?"

I stared at the broken glass with zero emotion, then at my bleeding hand. And as my gaze stayed fixed on the scene before me, that wicked emotion slowly faded away, replaced by— Emptiness. My ears perked up at the sound of a voice drifting closer and a door shut. But I still didn't move. Even as the footsteps drew closer. “I'm pretty sure you're talking about Thomas Edison, Denise.” Henry said, walking into the kitchen. He paid me a glance before opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. “You're still here?” He asked, twisting open the cap.

I say sarcastically. Manuel pushed off against the wall and walked away from me shaking his head and sighing. Manuel wasn’t so bad. He had long black hair he kept in a ponytail and liked to frequent the club I held in the center of the city. I followed behind him, making him look over his shoulder. “Another forbidden?” He asked scrunching his eyebrows together. “Yep, hate for you all to do your own dirty work,” I answered walking passed him into the doorway. He let out a low growl as I passed. “Sit, I bite back,” I said not being intimidated by the growl.

, he pointed towards the staircase. Henry rolled his eyes. “I have private detectives looking everywhere. I haven’t gotten any positive feedback from any one of them at all. I mean her partner must be some kind of crime syndicate to make them vanish from the surface of the earth. You know if I didn’t know better I would say she was a figment of my imagination” Adrian furrowed his brows in confusion. “Should I be worried?” Henry chuckled.