Henry The Secret History Novels & Stories

“What is it?” A pause. Then: “He had a son.” Adrian froze. For a second, he wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly. “A what?” “A son,” the man repeated. “Nathan Hale. Records suggest he was sent abroad when he was young — possibly to keep him out of the business his father was tangled in. But he resurfaced a few years after Reginald’s death.” Adrian’s brow furrowed, disbelief flickering through his expression. “Reginald had a son?”

Nova was the perfect cover. “Well, this is new.” I turned and found Henry in his worn-out jeans, a blue T-shirt, leaning on the locker. His long dark hair fell over his forehead in messy waves. “You’re early,” I told him. “I know, it’s normal since I live just one street down. But you? What happened? What did you do to Adrianna?” I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t do anything. I got an idea for another project of mine.” “Oh sweet brother! Another one! May I remind you that the last one is the reason I can’t show off my immense knowledge of the world in geography anymore?”

“I’d kill to teach him a lesson.” Henry rolled his eyes. “First of all, knock that ego down a peg. Secondly,” he muttered, prying my hand away from his arm, “whether you believe me or not, I have no personal qualms with the girl. But if you are hiding any secrets from me, you’d best be certain I will find them.” He leaned in closer. “And I will use them to bring you down.”

That was when Henry’s face twisted into an expression no child his age should have had. He sneered and said, “Daddy. Oh, wait. I should call you Mr. Leedon now. “Mr. Leedon, I burned that protection charm on purpose. I hated him. “And here’s another secret. My mom told me I’m not your child at all. Didn’t you ever notice I don’t look like you? “Now Mom and I are going to find my real dad.” After saying that, Henry ran out of the house with a cruel smile on his face.

Hans stated. "Thank you Hans, I hope your mom will open her heart for me." Isaac said. **** The following day after got very drunk, Henry's car was park outside the gate of Lorraine's house. It was the house his father provided for them after Christian, his brother died. As he requested to live with Lorraine and their kids away and to also forget the painful memories which will remind him of his beloved brother. He walked out on that gate six years ago with his luggage and went to Manchester, where he completed his remaining four years of Masteral in Medicine and eventually passed the bar exam. Then he came back to Burnham City two years ago to celebrate his recognition and the same time do

"Henry, it's Isabella. Can you hear me?" His eyes fluttered open. "Isabella." His voice was weak, barely a whisper. "You came." "Of course I came." She took his hand. "You're my friend." "Even after what you learned?" "I don't know what I learned." Her voice cracked. "The detective told me your name is Sebastian Cole. That you have a brother who has been looking for you. That you've been hiding." Sebastian closed his eyes. "It's all true."

" He passed a file to Alex. Alex took it and opened it. "And sir, here's the bullet of the gun aimed at you.." He gave Alex a plastic bag with a bullet in it. Alex collected it and smirked. "Fine, but I want the secret spy in the institute in no time.." He ordered and they will bowed gently. "You can leave now.." He dispersed them. He stood up and looked at the plastic bag of bullet and then smirked again. "This bullet is connected to my past. Who's the secret spy and what does he/she know about my past.." He mumbled and took a sip from the glasscup.

Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

**ELDORIA** "You're early today, Sir Henley," the guard at the door of the King's private record room greeted him. Sir Henley. His highest profile disguise so far. The real owner of the name was away. He tugged once at the stiff collar of the borrowed jacket he'd 'stolen.' He had spent yesterday memorizing Henley's gait, his mild stoop, the clipped way he spoke to juniors, and the deferential way he leaned toward superiors.

Well, I'm the fucking Devil, and I will make people roar in fear of me. I'll be the dark fog engulfing the room, with nothing to lose and so much to gain. Like smoke, destroying everything it comes into contact with, until, all that remains is the aberrant odour of my contamination. My name is Sandro Peker, and you can read about my mission in the upcoming instalment of... Hidden Secrets: Forbidden Heirs.