Henry Stickmin Right Hand Man Novels & Stories

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."

says Henry, holding his now broken hand. “I agree it wasn’t wise, and a broken hand is enough punishment for being rash. Kelanar, I don’t think I will punish you either. You were defending yourself and your team. I will call it an early day. Everyone is dismissed. Henry, let’s get your hand set and wrapped,” orders Master John. Henry, Kelanar and Master John go to his office. The twins head off with the other boys to dinner. Master John sets his wrist and begins to wrap it.

Henry reacted swiftly and got up to back away, narrowly escaping the Scarlet Thief's attack. Chandler, on the other hand, was not as lucky. Due to his handicapped leg, the Scarlet Thief's attack was already right in front of his eyes by the time he managed to get up with the help of his crutch.

I was thoroughly fed up, so I made Justin send him away. But Zachariah came running to me in a panic once and told me that Henry had gotten into a fight. To be precise, Henry had hit someone and got hit back. Aside from the imprint of five fingerprints on his face, Justin stood neatly dressed, arms crossed, calm and composed. On the other hand, Henry was covered head to toe in footprints. His hair was disheveled. He only had one shoe on. Others held him up as he let out a series of agonized screams.

Ivan's fist slammed into the wall, over and over, each punch landing with a sickening thud. Cracks spiderwebbed across the surface, dust and bits of plaster falling to the floor. His knuckles were bloodied, but he didn’t care. He didn’t even feel the pain—just the boiling rage coursing through him. “Enough!” Henry, his loyal assistant, grabbed his arm and yanked him back. “You’re going to break your damn hand!”

"What can I do for you this not-so-fine morning?" I threw the box I received with the severed thumb on the table. "Anyone receive any presents recently?" I asked and he peeped into the box. "Or did Christmas just come early for me this year?" "Yikes. Is that someone's toe?" "The thumb belongs to my right right-hand man." I folded my arms as I watched Constantine for any signs of dishonesty. A grin flashed on his face. Fucking cunt. He was the worst of the three brothers. Sadistic and impulsive. "Looks like someone's trying to show you how easy it would be to get to you."

I clicked my tongue, hoping I wouldn’t end up punching the daylight out of him. “A worm called Henry Salvatore did,” I angrily replied. “Are you drunk, Henry?” He shook his head. “Nope, I’m not,” “Good, because today's a big day for Sebastian and I don’t think you should spoil it for him,” “You’ll be the one to destroy the day with your unhappy face by the way,” Henry replied and I turned to give him the middle finger. “Are you guys ready?” The Minister asked and Sebastian nodded. “You’re just three,”

My hand shook involuntarily, I wondered why, no, I knew exactly why. "Calm down, I'm coming," Daniel said, approaching the door. He unlocked it and swung the door open. I was more than relieved to see that it wasn't who I'd expected it to be. Instead of the huge, muscular figure I was expecting, the person that came to sight at the door was a lanky, lean man wearing dirty jeans with brown suspenders...though I suspected they would have been formally white. "Hey, Larry!" Daniel greeted the man in that handshake hug thing guys do.

Just as Aiden had ventured into a strange and dangerous land for his own gains, there was another who was doing the same. This person was a smallish old man who was slightly bent over a thin black cane. On his left hand were several ornaments; for each finger was adorned with a silver ring. He had short black hair with streaks of gray running through it. This man was one that was regarded as the most shrewd of the enemies that the Beastmen had to face. He wasn’t the strongest enemy there was, but if one asked any of the Beast Elders who they’d rather not face, they would mention this man’s name. This man was Elder Sand.

It was good to see that in others as well. She half smiled to herself as they had both extended their hands at the same time making her decision of who to shake first very much her own. They were both waiting, and so was the previous man who had yet to introduce himself. He must have realized his mistake because he went on to say, “This is Henry, my right-hand man, he handles everything from ordering to making sure everyone eats. This one is Matthew he helps with security issues and is my left hand so to speak.” he said with a flourish of his hands as she had clasp hands with both men as he was speaking. “I am Nathen. I believe your first name is Kate?”