Henry Winchester Supernatural

Henry Rosales has three rules in life: work hard, save every peso, and keep his bedridden mother alive. He doesn't care about luxury, fashion, or fame. So when he accidentally becomes a human shield for Veronica Lores—the ruthless "Ice Queen" of the fashion industry—he isn't trying to be a hero. He just wanted to save her expensive suit because he couldn't afford to pay for the dry cleaning. ​Amused by his pragmatism and desperate for a loyal protector, Veronica hires him on the spot. The offer? A salary that could solve all his problems. The condition? He must belong to her—exclusively. ​But Henry is dense. He thinks "exclusive" means no moonlighting as a delivery rider. He doesn't realize that he has just walked into a war zone. Not only does he have to protect Veronica from corporate saboteurs, but he also has to survive the aggressive flirting of her rival, the fashion diva Anastasia Altino. ​Caught between a boss who claims him as property and a rival who wants to buy him with a Ferrari, Henry only has one question: ​"Ma'am, does this job come with a rice subsidy and 13th-month pay?"

My girlfriend suddenly told me she had six small beads implanted inside her, blushing as she said it was meant to please me. The next day, I made soup and brought it to her office. To my surprise, I saw her in the arms of my good friend, Henry Somerset. Henry wrapped his arm around her waist, his voice deep. "Baby, you're such a good girl. You really did the implantation as I told. My dumb friend even thought you did it for him. Do you reckon he'll lose his mind if he finds out you and I are getting married soon?" My girlfriend's voice turned cold. "This is nothing more than a marriage of convenience. I'm warning you not to let Chris find out." Henry chuckled and moved his hand downward. "Don't worry. As long as you keep me happy, I won't get Chris into trouble." After hearing all this behind the door, my entire body went cold. Clutching my phone tightly, I recalled my boss saying he would transfer me to a subsidiary company a few days ago. I no longer hesitated and sent him a text. [Boss, I'd like to be transferred to the subsidiary company in Hailborough City in three days.]

Three months before my wedding, my fiancé, Henry Siebert, decided it was the perfect time to drop a maternity photo shoot on social media—with my foster sister, Betty Foster. The caption? Oh, just this gem: [Legally welcoming our little one into the world.] Betty added a shy emoji. And my mom? She liked the post and wrote: [Once the baby is born, I'll help take care of it so you two can enjoy your time together as a couple.] I couldn't help myself. I replied with a single question mark. And then Henry's DMs came in hot: [She's just borrowing me for a year to get married. Once the baby's born, I'll come back to you.]

"Will you reject me?" I asked lowly, ignoring the huge lump that had formed in my throat. I could only fight back my tears as they burned my eyes. His green eyes were like orbs of ice, piercing into my soul. It was glazed and cold, yet seemed to have a lot of secrets hidden in it. "Reject you?...I am cursed. You won't survive being my mate. I advice you kill yourself before I do it myself." He muttered silently and walked away immediately. Ella was the alpha's daughter. She was the supposed heir and first female Alpha of the pack after her parents failed to bear another child, but her life went sour. She was abhorred, rejected, and termed a demon by her father and entire pack after she murdered her mother on the day of her supposed first shift. Her life became more hellish as her father got another woman as his second mate and also abducted the Beta's daughter. She believed her finding and meeting her mate would bring the end of her suffering, but when she was faced with her fated mate, the cursed Lycan prince who stared back at her with contempt, irritation and hatred, her last hope became bleak. Ella was thrown into his arms as another prey to be devoured and everyone believed it was a death sentence. She was his third mate and next to get killed by his beast just as his curse demands. But when no one expected it, the unimaginable happened.

Deborah Matthews lives a simple and ordinary life. That night she decided to pop her "cherry" to mark the end of her housemanship. How was she to know that the strange man she approaches at the club to sleep with her is a faceless thief? Mostly, how was she to know that unusual things will begin to happen from that night forward? Sebastian Lee has been watching Debby. She has something he wants. He is known in the real world as a slacker and the loser bastard son of the Halloways even though he is the director and biggest shareholder of Hallow-hospital. His alter ego, however, is Leo, a notorious thief that is on the run and without a face. Debby falls under his protection when bizarre things begin to happen. Soon, Debby finds out the things are not that simple.

In my previous life, I was sponsored by a wealthy man and even ended up marrying his daughter. My younger brother, however, struggled at the bottom rung of society. He was jealous that I lived a worry-free life and that I even had a beautiful wife by my side. Meanwhile, he was drowning in gambling debts, constantly having to hide and evade detection. With bloodshot eyes, my brother drags me to the rooftop but accidentally falls down with me. We get reborn on the day the wealthy man selects candidates. This time, he rushes forward and kneels at the wealthy man's feet. "Shane, in this life, the family fortune and the heiress are all mine!" What he doesn't know is that despite having all the money in the world, it doesn't guarantee he'll live to spend it.

Olivia Davis is living her best life, until her father Henry, steals from a ruthless Mafia lord, Leonardo De Luca. Leonardo has one solution. He wants Olivia Davis as payment.

Although I've bought my mom the golden bracelet that she's always wanted, she still looks glum. "Honestly speaking, you really know how to take advantage of others. Previously, Henry treated us to some pancakes, but you still haven't wired him your share of the money." While I have yet to register the meaning of Mom's words, my cheeks have already flared brightly out of embarrassment. Mom continues, "Even though you've taken good care of our family, you're not as caring as Henry at all. In fact, you're no different than that of a caretaker." I feel as though someone has dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on me. My mind keeps buzzing loudly the whole time. Mom just rolls her eyes at me before picking out a gold necklace so that she can put it on Henry's neck. "Give this necklace to Henry. Think of it as your way of making it up to him." At that moment, my love for my mother finally dissipates. Hence, I give the gold bracelet to my wife, Evelyn Gilbert. Then, I call the movers to move the new furniture into my home before having my mother's targeted medication discontinued.

Kimberly George is an orphan who grew up in a club owned by the ruthless Mr Raymond who didn't treat her and her kid brother well. Kimberly is brave and strong despite all she has been through. Dancing every night to please men wasn't enough for the greedy Mr Raymond who organized an auction to sell her off. And coincidentally, Henry Williams, the Noble prince of the elite royal family "The Williams." decided to purchase this interesting and adamant woman seeing her reaction towards Mr. Raymond's plot. Kimberly gets involved in the family's struggles for supremacy and learned many dark secrets about the Williams family. Just when she was beginning to accept the fact that she had fallen in love with Henry, she found out his family had a mysterious secret.

At a dinner party, my genius painter of a husband, Henry Shepherd, used his hands, hands insured for millions, to shell crabs for his young assistant, Tamara Lee. This was all to coax her into eating a few bites when she claimed she had no appetite. Meanwhile, I drank myself into a bloody mess, trying to secure investments for him. When I asked him to hand me some antacids, he refused without even looking up. “These hands are for painting. Use your own.” For ten years, he couldn’t even be bothered to change the way he treated me. That night, as I sobered up in the cold wind, I asked my lawyer to draft a divorce agreement. "Henry, in this vast, chaotic world, our paths end here," I said inwardly