Henry The Secret History の小説・ストーリー

He says then he walks out, leaving me alone with my secret, which is starting to feel like it's not much of a secret anymore. "Where did Matt go?" Ronan asks from behind me. I quickly adjust myself and try to wipe my tears but I know there is no point. There is no way he won't be able to tell that I have been crying. "He had somewhere to be," I answer quietly. Ronan walks over to me and stands in front of me. He has two glasses of wine in his hand and a small smile. "Sorry I took so long. I couldn't find the bottle of wine I was searching for. Turns out my dad had hidden it." He says, smiling at the glass of wine in his hand like it's a trophy.

But still I couldn't shake the possibility that maybe Camille had something to do with this. I whispered, "I have something to show you." His eyes were tired yet seeking as he gazed at me. Reaching behind the line of hardcovers until my fingers found the latch, I got up and moved over to the bookcase. A tiny compartment opened with a click. When I returned to him, I placed it in his lap. He looked at it. "What is this?" I whispered, "The authentic documents the one Camille has been hiding from you” He gasped in shock springing up…..

“That’s not what I mean! You already know it, Dennie.” Denver just rolled his eyes…again. “Fine, I will be just accompanying you.” He said as he took a sip of his newly-ordered beer. Henry scowled at the moment he uttered that. Then, he stood up and walked towards the secret room. Denver just watched his bestfriend talk to the keeper of the secret brothel. He muttered “oh shit!” when Henry pointed a finger towards his direction. In a minute, a voluptuous girl approached him and whispered to his ears every aroused man hoped to hear.

Her parents thought it would be better to keep the secret hidden from everyone and I only know by accident. We were ten at the time and we used to play together a lot. We were climbing a tree when my glasses fell off. I tried to climb back down to get them when I misplaced my footing and ended up falling down about ten feet. I landed on my arm and I knew it was broken instantly. A searing hot pain ran up my arm and I couldn’t move it because of how much it hurt. Tara came down and gave me my glasses. She felt like it was her fault that I broke my arm and felt so bad, she was crying. She held her hands over my broken forearm, mumbling about how it was all her fault, when it began to gl

I miss him terribly and I'm dying to know how he's doing after he got punched by Charles yesterday. I know I should have told them, said something at least. But something about keeping it a secret thrilled me, to keep going on. The sneaking, the quickies, the short kisses in the hallway, I felt so badass. They thrilled me and brought out my wild side, a side I didn't know I had until I met James. At least for now, my consolation is that Elizabeth understands me, she doesn't support my actions, but I know she understands where I'm coming from. And probably she can speak to Charles, so that he forgives me.

Arya, Leonardo, Ricardo, Roberto, Isabel, Dolores, and Penelope, along with several others, entered the underground hideout and saw that Henry had already opened a secret door. “He left the door open for us to follow him? He’s either an egotistical moron or just plain stupid,” Leonardo said. Isabel was horrified. “I never even knew about this secret door—right here, in the very room where I trained my girls.” “Henry comes from a line of corrupt priests, each one worse than the last. They’ve been pitting you all against each other for years. Of course, he knew more than he let on,” Ricardo said.

Rima tried to decipher Henry’s expressions and know what he was thinking, the man stared at her with calm eyes, the opposites of the ones she expected to see when she started telling him the real history of the world! “On contrary, my lady, it is more believable than everything I have been taught since I was a child! Even though it is still a little hard to take in” Henry confessed, he was never the religious man, he always found the history of man kind to be extremely heroic to the point where it couldn’t be believed, let alone the Gods whom he lost the little faith he had in them once he learned that his father had a child with one. “So, if you didn’t feed on human blood, you would die?” H

Three days later, Henry was out of the underground. He looked deathly pale from the effect of the aconite. His breathing was laboured and the place Tyler shot him was healing slowly than ever, bleeding profusely. Yet the first thing her asked of was Aurora. Tyler had to come clean and tell him everything that happened that night. At first, Henry was in a state of shock. The secret he had hidden all his life was finally out. But what made everything worse was the fact that Aurora, the one person he had been hiding it from, was the one that discovered it.

"That's impossible, Sophia. Henry is gay. I know him for so long. That is why I don't get jealous whenever they're together." "H-He's gay?" "Uh-huh. I guess he just doesn't want for everyone to know, so please keep that a secret." "O-Okay..." I leaned on my swivel chair and looked at Sophia again. "Is there something that you still need from me?" "Oh, no. I'm going to leave now. I still have a meeting with a very important person." "I'll tell Henry to walk you out of the building." "No, you don't have to. I'm with my secretary, too."

"I don't care what shady business you're up to—just stay away from Jules. There are secrets far darker than yours, and compared to them, you're nothing. Now talk." The tension between us crackled in the air, a silence thick with unspoken threats. Henry, finally breaking, reached for his backpack. He fumbled with it before sliding a brown envelope across the table. My brow arched, but I didn't move. I made him wait. "Just open it," he muttered, his hands shaking ever so slightly.