Henry Stickmin Right Hand Man Novels & Stories

His eyes, wide, uncertain, flickered toward the window before returning to me. “It’s you,” he said finally. I smiled despite the knot in my stomach. “Me? I don’t think I look that tall in real life.” Henry’s face stayed serious. “It’s you… and Jayden.” He pointed to the smaller stick figure with a little circle for a hand. The hairs on my arms rose. “And who’s the other person holding my hand?” I asked carefully, even though I already suspected the answer. Henry looked down, his crayon pausing mid-stroke. “She said she wants to take him away.” His voice was barely above a whisper, as if the paper itself might overhear him.

They were all experts. Henry, in particular, was the cream of the crop. The middle-aged man was short and stocky. His hands were much larger than ordinary people's and were covered in calluses. The bones on the back of his knuckles were bulging as a result of all the years he spent practicing his punches. He was definitely no ordinary man. Under Henry's lead, the security guards walked out of the building, picking up the bats and steel pipes that had been left abandoned on the ground. They then stood in a row in front of the building and waited.

I had to appear in control, unfazed, even if my insides were churning with a primal anxiety. He squeezed my hand again, a gesture that felt a little more genuine this time, a little more like the Earnest I knew. "Well, whatever her intentions, she's gone now. And we're here. Let's get back to those paint swatches." He offered a reassuring smile, and for a moment, the familiar warmth returned, chasing away some of the lingering chill.

One of the members said. I ran off to where he stood struggling to pull out a heavy metal. And surprisingly It was Henry. I froze watching him struggle as his fingers bled from pulling the metal too hard. “Don’t just stand there!!” “Help me out!!” He yelled as I snapped back to reality. I bent to the ground assisting as I had my end of the metal pulled. The more we did, the more I realized there were kids stuck underneath what seemed like a hole covered with a heavy metal filled with grass.

His nails bit into his palm as he whispered to himself—not here, not now, don’t give them the satisfaction. But then a hand landed on his shoulder. “Don’t waste your strength on them,” a voice murmured. Henry turned. A man stood beside him, older than the students but not faculty. Broad shoulders, dark hair, eyes that carried a dominance that made the room hush without him saying a word. The man bent down, picked up the tray, and handed it back. “You’re stronger than they know. Prove it in ways that matter.” Henry stared at him, stunned. “Who… are you?”

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”

he said smiling. "Yes I did, Henry this is Jason, Jason this is my beta Henry." "Nice to meet you Jason, I think you and I will have to work something out about keeping Minerva here out of trouble and making irrational decisions," Henry said to Jason. Rolling my eyes, I felt someone behind me so I turned around fast catching Jason off guard. I felt him reach and grab my hand and squeeze it while Henry stood behind my left shoulder. "Hello Thomas, it's good to see that you finally made it. Have you had any luck finding your mate?" I said with a snarky tone.

Henry Roadlamp, the son of Roy, the general manager of a branch of the Kriston gem group, considered the person closest to Brandon among those present, laughed haha ​​, and spoke up. “Come on, you two are too enthusiastic. Brandon doesn't like overzealous people!" “Is that right, Brandon? Henry looked at Brandon, eyes widening. Brandon frowned at Henry for a moment, then nodded reluctantly. “Haha, see? It would be best for the two of you to learn from Chief Simon and Deputy Director Karlic. They are so calm!” Henry laughed lightly, he pretended to be teasing Sarina and Larry, it seemed like he knew the two of them before, so Henry didn't look like he was in a formal.

Leon’s POV I stared at the large, outstretched hand in front of me with hesitation. The hand was encased in a black leather glove, exactly like the ones my father owned. Slowly, I accepted it. The mysterious man's grip felt so solid, effortlessly pulling my small body up to my feet with just one light tug. "Thank you, Sir," I mumbled, patting the dust off my pants. The man didn't answer. He bent down with an elegant motion and picked up my favorite hockey stick lying on the floor. His dark, sharp eyes examined the stick for a moment before he looked at me.

Frank stammered, shivering in his boots. “Then from now on, prepare to be left-handed.” Harvey’s tone was ice. Tyson walked up to Frank with an equally cold expression, then slammed Frank with a brick. Frank trembled harder. He opened his mouth to speak, shivering in fear. “Since we’ve come to this point, there’s no need for the two of you to do it yourselves. I can do something this trivial for you.” So saying, Frank grabbed the brick with his left hand, then furiously slammed it onto his right.