Henry Winkler Novels & Stories

"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.

I concluded in my head that he would probably be an elderly man, but I was quite shocked at how young and handsome he looked. “Oh what a pleasant surprise, Sir Henry, it’s good to see you again,” he said as he got up to his feet and bowed in greetings, he turned to me and flashed me a wide smile. “This is Harper Walter, DMW Chief operation officer,” Mr Henry introduced swiftly, his smiled widened and he stretched his hands towards me, “Ohh, everybody knows the delectable Harper Walter,” he said, I let out an awkward laugh as I took his hand in a brief handshake.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

Instead, he took a sip of his wine before turning to the elders as if I was some kind of ornament that was on the table, and at this point, he treated me like I was an ornament that he wanted nothing more than to get rid of. By dessert, I couldn’t stand the silence between us anymore. I put my hand on his, gently running my finger over it, allowing myself to be familiar with him, allowing myself to be the wife that I believed he was accepting. Again, he did not react. I leaned in slightly, my voice low so only he could hear. “Are you okay? Did I do anything to bother you?’ He didn’t even glance at me. His eyes were on the elders as he asked, “When was the last time you met with Elder Rowan,

“You sound just like Fletcher. Henry isn’t a bad guy. He works as a stockbroker. He’s one of the world's top five stock brokers. Henry is good at buying cheap and selling high. I think it’s the predator of our animal side, makes us more attentive and competitive.” ‘Or he is doing some insider trading’ I think, but I don’t say it. I don’t feel like being antagonistic tonight if I can help it. Instead, I say, “Interesting theory. I guess I can see how that might come into play.” Wel walk into an enormous room with the biggest dining room table I’ve ever seen. Food is on the table and everyone is sitting. I take a seat near Margo. The food looks and smells delicious. “Thank you girls for cookin

He's been married multiple times, and has been widowed the same. He keeps telling himself that he never wanted any of it to happened, but the truth is, he always had a choice. Not only he chose wrong, he loved doing it. Unlike Andrew Higgins, who was medically diagnosed with a psychological condition, Henry never admitted to himself that he needed help. "Henry, have you seen this?" His publisher and friend, Mike Thompson, said before showing him the latest vlog of Hanna Mendez. "Hmm, I like her. She knows how to talk to journalists like Hanna." Henry said while staring at the beautiful face of Amara Keener.

I didn't have the energy to care about anyone but my own. He pointed me to where it was, and I made my way, hoping I wouldn't forget and get lost again. I don't think I can take hearing another conversation that I shouldn't be listening to. I let out a sigh of relief when I finally walked into the kitchen. This house was enormous. I don't think I'll ever be able to find my way around it. I was greeted by a lady who looked to be in her twenties. She had mousie brown hair and a plain-looking face. She smiled sweetly at me. "Miss Hunter's alpha mind linked me and told me to be waiting for you. I hope you didn't get too lost." I shook my head, taking a seat at the bench.

she whispered. “Pardon me?” “Nothing, I’m going back inside.” Henry watched her until she entered the tent. He heard every word she whispered, for some reason they bothered him, but he pushed the thought away. This was not the day for any distractions. He hurried to the next envoy. “Your Grace,” he called the Duke of the North, Luka Werner. He was from the small country of Aachen. “My apologies for my rudeness, my name is Henry from House Flock, may I have a word with you in private?”

Moments later, a middle-aged doctor stepped in, adjusting his glasses as he approached. “What seems to be the problem?” he asked calmly. Just then, the doctor’s gaze landed on Calvin. His expression immediately shifted in surprise. “Oh, Mr. Calvin,” he said quickly, stepping forward. “Why did you bother coming all the way here? You could have simply called for us.” “I didn’t want to bother anyone,” Calvin replied calmly. Henry immediately shook his head, a bright smile spreading across his face. “Sir, you’re absolutely not bothering me,” he said earnestly. “In fact, it’s a privilege.” His smile widened with clear admiration. “After all, I’m one of INK’s doctors.”

Surely I was seeing things. Was his cocky attitude haunting me now? I shook my head hard but it didn't erase the fact that Art Wilson was one of my professors? How on earth was he professor? He was only 28. His eyes lingered on me for a second longer before he continued his lecture. His words mumbled into gibberish as all I could scream in my head was no...no...no. I collected my things, and sprinted out of that class, not caring about the murmurs it stirred. I was probably deaf until I drove out of the campus.