Henry Stickmin Right Hand Man Novels & Stories

The tip started to smoke, leaving a sharp menthol scent in the air. "What?" asked the guy noticing Dorin's stare. "What... is that?" Dorin asked, pointing at the white stick. The guy snorted. "Are you serious?!" he asked back, laughing so hard that he starts coughing. He extended a hand to Dorin after he finally got his breath back. "Johan Ignacius." "Dorin Silvius." the two shook hands. Dorin was about to ask about the stick again when Johan suddenly looked up and stomps it to the ground.

"Ms. Linton, I'm disabled and can't stay with Mr. Gray. Please take pity on me and keep me by your side." His pitiful demeanor amused Joey. Only Zachary could have trained such a shameless person. But seeing him with only one eye left, Joey's heart softened. "Have you had breakfast?" she asked gently. "Of course. As your most reliable assistant, I can't let my small matters delay your big ones," Henry replied obediently. Joey reached out and patted his head. "Good. If you ever deceive me again, you'll be fired. Got it?" "Absolutely!" Henry bowed his head and let her pat him.

“Thick or slim, Jacob? Come on, don’t leave me hanging.” "Uh… th-thick," he stammered, his hands shaking in his lap. "See? We’ve got something in common. I like thick too. But my wife? She’s slim—cute, though. Can’t complain," I said, trying to sound casual. I glanced at him, noticing his guard starting to drop. It was time to push further. "I think I know you… You are…" "Cut the act, man. It’s me—Henry!" I said, grabbing his hand and slamming it into the car window as I rolled it up, trapping his fingers.

Keely’s hand tightened around his. “Relax, buttercup.” Jack put his mouth to her ear. “If you’re nervous, just imagine them in their underwear.” “You’re the only person I want to imagine that way. You really want me staring at your crotch all night?” “Whatever works.” “Jack! My boy, how are you?” Jack grinned at Henry Smith, a balding, barrel-shaped man with two chins and a politician’s smile. He thrust out his hand to shake Henry’s hand vigorously. “Henry. Great to see you again.”

Cleo strolled over and patted his shoulder, her hand glowing with light. "It's okay to take a break now and then." Simon was startled for a moment, but when he fell on Cleo's arm, her eyes went dismal. "Sigh...your brother is the same as you." Cleo had a pained stare as she remembered her dearest friend. … "Am I dead?" Henry questioned himself. He got sand in his mouth as a result of landing face-first on the ground after activating a skill that used all of his remaining mana. His body was numb, and even sitting up was difficult. Nonetheless, Henry was content.

Teca said and Manuel nods his head in surprise. “what? She did that? how horrible? I wish I could see the looks of horror on her face when you threw her out. “Who told you, I threw her out” Teca stares at him with curiosity. “I'm your best friend man, you think I don't know what you are capable of doing? It must be a bad joke ”he grinned. While they were engrossed in a petty conversation, Henry came into the studies, Henry is the right-hand man of Teca, they have been working together ever since Teca joined the Vertex Mafia League and now he is the leader of the gang.

"Henry's already working the room." I nodded absently, my attention still focused on the rippling water. "Make sure he's discreet. I don't want my presence known yet." Zack grinned. "That's why we're sitting out here by the pond instead of inside with all the important people, right?" I shot him a warning glance, but he was already moving away, intercepting Henry Stewart near the bar. Henry was a mid-ranking wolf from one of the allied packs – not particularly powerful but well-connected socially. His light brown hair and friendly features made him approachable, and his nervous energy made him easy to manipulate.

He smiled, finally getting what he wanted to collect after all, I guess it's part of his interview. “Well, Ariana. Nice to meet you!” He gestured his hand towards me signalling me to shake it. For a few seconds of thinking, I claimed his hand and smiled. “See you around,” he smiled. Not yet holding back his hand. See you in hell. “Yeah,” I whispered, then got back into my business. He followed my steps as we got to the exit. “I must say goodbye to you right now, Ariana! See you again soon,” I just nod. He's too persistent and like argh, annoying. I nod out of interest.

Still not satisfied, Henry grabbed anything he could find; another stick, a piece of broken wood, and kept hitting Adams until he lay there, unconscious and helpless. Henry finally dropped the stick and stood over Adams, panting. He crouched down, brushing dirt off his bloody hands as he stared at the unconscious man. "Now," he said quietly, a cold smile spreading across his face, "Let's see what you've been planning" Henry reached into Adam's jacket, pulling out a small hidden recorder he had discreetly planted on Adams during their last encounter. Henry looked down at him one last time, his smile gone now, replaced by a dangerous calmness.

Henry, this is Ashton, Mary’s nephew” George does the introductions. I can barely reach my hand over the table and shake his hand. ”Nice to meet you Henry, this is my mate Sebastian” I introduce him to Sebastian, but since they are so far, Sebastian decides to do a little wave with his hand instead of trying to reach over for a proper handshake. ”Hello, nice to meet you. Um, may I please see you rings?” Henry suddenly asks. I look at him puzzled and then at my ring. ”Oh, um, sure” I reply and once again extend my hand towards him, but this time my left hand.