Henry Huggins Novels & Stories

Naturally, that player got eliminated. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, relieved that Henry had only swiped samples. That would not trigger the alarm. After downing a few chocolates, my hunger bar went back down. I said admiringly, "What did you use to do? Your hands are incredibly fast." Henry grinned. "I used to be a magician." "Impressive." I gave him genuine praise. "With skills like that, you won't starve."

I would constantly glance at James while he was busy eating his food. “so..” he began, snapping me out of it. “What are your Hobbies Summer?” “Um I love video games, i’m not sure that’s a hobby though. Other than that i like to draw and listen to music.what about you?” “oh nothing special just basketball and soccer” “hmm” i say while eating. “you are quite different from all the girl i’ve met Summer..” “um thanks i guess” Then i feel the urge to pee suddenly, so i tell him i need to go the washroom and he nods.

As we neared our apartment, Wick began to search for a place to park. “‘Hopeless Henry’ is the name of the entire story,” I said. “His name’s just Henry.” As Wick found a spot half a block from our complex, I dangled the toy in front of Bingley, causing her to leap up for it. “He’s a tuba player in his college marching band.” Wick blurted out a laugh. “A tuba player. Seriously? You’re in love with a tuba player? I don’t even know which instrument the tuba is. It’s that long one with the slide thing that comes way out, right?”

Danny called, his eyes focused on the spiral steps, "here comes Henry." The rest of us turned our heads towards the staircase to look at the young man. My eyes widened and I couldn't help my head dropping. Showing up in a tank top that hoeed off his muscles was a tanned poking man with curly hair and thick eyebrows with the brightest green eyes I'd ever seen. "Hey, sorry I'm late," he called in a British accent, "what did I miss?" I couldn't tell if this was a joke or not but where was the man with special needs we were talking about?

The last thing Henry wanted to do with his evening was shop for sanitary pads. He stood outside the shopping mall, his legs unable to move. The nerve of her to send him on an errand like this. He was the Vice President of Maga Tech for goodness sake, this was preposterous! Henry huffed and turned around to leave but stopped in his tracks again. If he left now, that would mean he drove all the way to the mall for nothing and wasted his time.

I'm not a good cook, and I know my auntie only tolerates my cooking, so I feel guilty when I cook. "Sure!" I said, nodding to Henry. Henry and I both left the company at the same time. I was in his car as usual. Henry grew up in a middle-class family. That is why many people admire him, and he is also very attractive. Many people are envious of me because I am his only close friend. Henry is pleasant, but I am his closest female friend.

My heels click too loud against the wood, and I wobble a little, catching Sloane’s arm and whispering, “Okay, maybe we’re six glasses in.” She grins like the Cheshire Cat. “That’s not a problem. It’s a mindset.” The front door swings open, and there he is. Henry Nichols. Gone is the wiry, stuttering boy from geometry class. In his place stands a man with a neatly trimmed beard, warm brown eyes, and a voice like dark honey. Tall-ish. Lean. But strong in that quiet, I-can-lift-hay-bales-and-you-in-one-go way. A faded chambray shirt hugs his frame, sleeves rolled to the elbows. His forearms flex when he waves.

My dress sat elegantly on my body, untouched by the chaos raging inside me. I looked composed. I still looked beautiful. I looked untouchable. But beneath that surface, I was unraveling. I could still hear Henry's voice. Stay away from her. I laughed bitterly and gripped the edge of my vanity. Who the hell did he think he was? Henry Carter. Sure he was secretly a very wealthy individual and yes, he was a businessman. Henry had hidden behind the cover of the title as Deputy CEO but I had seen beyond the charade. I could tell that Henry was a man with enough power to make people disappear from industries overnight.

“You look like you haven’t been outside for months.” Aidan agreed. Still, Henry had the ever-present sharpness in his eyes - cerulean blue – the most noticeable feature the brothers shared. Should he choose to lose his disguise of a middle-aged man going through a midlife crisis and opt for something more decent, he was as much a chick magnet as his brother. Henry smiled at his brother’s remark, then engulfed him in a hug. “It’s good to see you again.” “Good to see you too. Want to join us for dinner?” Hunter asked as he pulled away.

Instinctively I scurried away from Aaron. Henry side-eyed me and chuckled, ”Can't you restrict your wolf hearing?” I asked. “Don't worry, I didn't hear anything too serious” he said making hearts with his hands and imitating a beating one. I rolled my eyes, “Tell me what?” “Go on, lad.” “Shut up, Henry” “Go onnnnn” he stressed. When it seemed like nothing was coming forth, Henry sighed. “I guess, I'll tell you myself then. Mr. Moody over here, has had me lacing your drink”