Henry Sugar Real Name Novels & Stories

“And I am the man who loves you.” I shook my head, not quite understanding. “No. You are a rugby player named Henry Prescott... I saw the search results.” “Henry Prescott is the name I use for travel and sports. It’s a way for me to travel under the radar for safety reasons,” he explained. His eyes never left my face. “It’s not my real name.” I stood up, dropping his hands. I was having a hard time believing this was real. “You can’t be serious,” I said, beginning to pace the small garden. I stopped and looked at him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Sue’s expression looked a little stiff, but she responded without giving off any emotional fluctuation through her expression, “My teacher is focusing on studying the vaccine now. I’m afraid that he won’t be accepting any interviews, so please—” The doors of the hall were suddenly opened, and the silhouette that appeared on the floor all of a sudden gradually elongated under the light. Everyone present stopped every single task on hand and looked in the direction of the door. A few bodyguards followed the middle-aged man who entered the room. “Why is Mr. Henry here?” “This is Mr. Henry of the Metropolis. He rarely appears in front of the public, but he actually shows up here?” The reporters

Next was Benson who took over the family business and currently served as the CEO of the Sawyer Group. The fourth brother, Andrew, was a renowned media tycoon. Many media outlets with a good reputation belonged to his business empire. Henry's eyes lit up when he saw Andrew at the event. He quickly led Charmaine to greet him, "Mr. Andrew, it's been a while. How have you been?" In response, Andrew lazily raised his eyebrows and replied, "Are you from the Huxley family?" Henry nodded. "Yes, I'm Henry from Huxley Real Estate. This is my wife, Charmaine. She's from Ambrollum and recently moved to Jaedornia." He gently nudged Charmaine.

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."

His stiff smile widened, and I nodded. "So, do you have the goods ready?" I asked him. He nodded vigorously. He stood up, walked briskly to where he had sat, and brought a suitcase. He placed the briefcase on the table and opened it. I pinned him with my eyes, watching his actions closely. Henry was a significant drug dealer with clients all over the world. He was a very popular underworld and respected. The truth that others didn't know was that he worked under me.

"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 had dark brown hair that was salt and pepper on the sides, unlike the other men in the gym he was more my age. “Henry” his voice boomed “What?” I asked as I had been so caught up in my dirty thought of this god like fox. “The person you’re eye fu€king, my name is Henry.” He spoke with a playfulness and a smirk as my checks turned a crimson red. “Come, I have my own private gym here.” He spoke as we walked to the side of the main gym. Even his ass was divine, I thought as I followed him to a separate gym even more luxurious then the one I was in.

I sighed, defeated. "His name is Henry and he's kinda cool." I said tiredly. "Henry? Why does it feel like I've heard that name before?" My mom raised her hand to her jaw as she looked away thoughtfully. "Yeah, he's pretty popular so you must have heard his name at least once," I said, rolling my eyes. Of course even my mother would have heard of Henry, the high school player and bad boy. I hated how popular he was because now we've started having a fake relationship, it was only a matter of time before the whole school was going to know about it.

the man cursed, his eyes darkening. He stretched his hand out, “I'm Rick…Ricky Fernando” he greeted. Henry heard his heart thud in his ears, “There's no way I'm standing with the Ricky” he thought as he accepted Ricky's gaze. He picked up his phone from the counter, “Let me use the restroom” Henry muttered and disappeared into the crowd of dancers. “Hi, boss” Henry whispered. “What” Roared back. “Rick Fernando is out of prison” Henry whispered.

"The popular Billionaire Mugols son and grand son were seen somewhere in Disney after losing a court case recently." Maria wiped her eyes and glared at her phone again. She thought Henry was just a normal rich guy. Her parents thought so too, and everyone around did. She never knew he was the son of a billionaire. Why, then, did he not use his influence to save her? She thought that the bloggers could be lying just to draw attention to themselves. She decided to check Henry's profile, and he also posted pictures of himself and his son in Disney. "They could be in Disney for real, but Henry isn't a son of a Billionaire", she mumbled.