Henry Huggins Novels & Stories

, 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.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

She also dished out her grandma's food for the domestic help to take to her grandmother. Henry walked down the dining in his suite with his suitcase in his hand. He had finished sulking and had decided to join his family for breakfast, although not without dressing up for work first. As he had to be in the office in order to make money to continue running the now full house. "Something just polluted the environment, and I think I lost my appetite," Dylan commented immediately. Henry sat on his seat. He placed his fork on his plate and pushed the plate a bit further away from himself.

Henry arrived an hour later. He was a bespectacled, polite-looking man in his fifties, totally different from the stereotypes I held about specialists. “Sorry to intrude.” Henry looked around once he was inside. “Where’s your roommate?” “She’s in her room.” Henry nodded before squatting down to inspect the entrance with a magnifying glass. “There are marks, alright, and they’re new.” “You don’t look like an amateur folklore specialist. What exactly is your job, Henry?” I asked.

I knew by the second, Henry was getting irritated. “Interesting.” I muttered, trying to figure out why he looked so familiar and discovering he was on one of the covers of a magazine I had picked up, as one of the most successful men in the world, owning a toy production company and his success story was incredible. Through old money, he paved a way for himself. We all took a seat as the ball official began after the orchestra completed their performance. I glanced at the time a few moments after and discovered it was only forty minutes which had passed.

His eyes traveled the length and breadth of her living room before a little smile creep into the corner of his lips and he turned to her. "Nice" he said nodding to himself. "Excuse me, what?" Aria had turned to him with a raised brow. "I mean your place is really nice" he replied with a nervous smile. "Thanks. Do have a seat" ** Henry turned out to be a great company for the night with lot of funny jokes to tell. He was a comedian at heart and a doctor by profession. He has just recently being transferred to Lagos. Henry has no friends around and still have a couple of weeks before full resumption at the clinic.

Jensen’s POV The next morning I woke early and went downstairs to the kitchen. I decided that I wanted to show off my mad cooking skills, plus Lynn and I had a big day ahead of us. I went to work making pancakes, bacon, sausage, and eggs. I had learned to cook from Mike and Catherine’s mother. She had taken me in as one of her kids and she was an amazing woman. When she and James died it had killed me just as much as it killed Mike and Catherine. I tried to shake off the memory and went back to cooking. I had coffee going and the table was set. I was just about done when I heard a husky voice behind me. “So, you like to cook huh? It smells great son.” I turned and saw Cornelius standing in t

Henry felt ecstatic just by seeing Monique eating as a smile was revealed on his face. Monique had been on the brink of screaming her lungs out as she could no longer have tolerated it. 'Man, are you done looking at me?' However, that thought was withdrawn as she then put on a smile, with dimples appearing on both sides of her cheeks, "Oh Henry, is the food not good enough for you?" Henry shook his head, "Nope!" The burger tasted good but it was Henry’s habit of not eating in the car. Given Henry's obsession with cleanliness, if anyone were to eat in the car, he would had long ago chase them out.

Henry had kidnapped me right at lunchtime, claiming that he needed a chat, which I knew was just an excuse. "He still likes salads," he protested against the menu I ordered. "Eating vegetables is important." We spent a lot of time chatting, especially about our high school friends. A had succeeded with his bakery here, which I didn't even know. Or B, who used to be religious and calm, but ended up becoming a thug deeply involved in the drug world. Henry said that B had been caught several times with drugs in his pocket. Astounding. That was shocking, to be honest.

Lydia nodded, her heart filled with anticipation. Henry was right—that was the best opportunity she had. As the plane prepared for takeoff, Henry's phone rang unexpectedly. It was Jess. He had not heard from her in a while. He wondered why she was calling him. "Hello?" "Henry, are you really the legendary divine doctor?" Jess asked eagerly. Even after Cindy had told her, she could hardly believe it. Henry was not just the Trumans's family leader, the Master of Golden Liberty, but also the divine doctor, a title that seemed almost mythical.