Henry Winter Novels & Stories

"Regina, what's wrong? Where's Kevin?" Regina handed him the letter. "Kevin left home and left a letter." Henry read the letter. He quickly hugged his wife. "Regina, don't cry, we'll meet our son." "But, it's too long. I can't imagine life without Kevin." Regina spoke emotionally. Henry gently stroked her hair. "I'll accompany you and make you used to it. Don't be too sad, Kevin wouldn't want you to be sad." *** One year later, Henry took Regina on a vacation during the winter season. "Henry, why did you bring me to this place?"

Let’s get back to the present… Christmas had arrived, bringing joy and love to two new couples who had finally found their long-awaited mates. There was Vincent “V” Reigel - the Alpha and CEO of the Silvercrest Pack - spending his Christmas season with his beloved Siel and her twin three-year-olds, James and Rose. Although he preferred to call his newfound mate Elena intimately, he gladly referred to himself as her Christmas wolf. And their story was quite a worthy tale to tell, as well…

Within half an hour, she was curled under the covers, warm and fast asleep. Henry Winter was a seasoned trucker; he had been with the same company ever since he had passed his test at twenty-five. Now, at fifty, he was happily married with four nearly grown-up children. He had often picked up hitchhikers, especially the younger ones. He likes to think that, should his kids ever need a lift, the way these kids did, they could rely on the truckers to help them. So, when he entered his cab to carry on his journey after his enforced break, he stopped dead half in, half out.

Director Henry next to him laughed ha ha, said: "You two fight with each other, look like an injustice, what's wrong? Does CEO Soul really have a crush on Anne Jenner?" As soon as he finished speaking, he himself was taken aback by his words, unconsciously looking at Amelinda Ciara opposite. When Winter said he wanted a writer, he didn't pay much attention, until he saw Amelinda Ciara, remembered this and Anne Jenner seemed to have a little quarrel, Amelinda Ciara drinking, her face was a bit red. , she rolled her eyes. Director Henry said: "Winter, don't let Amelinda Ciara drink too much, is she drunk?"

Henry roared from behind Hunter. Hunter looked back and saw Henry Winters. He was even more surprised to see Henry there. "Old Master Winters, this is not your grandson's Duke Winters, not my murderer grandson's Duke. You are misunderstanding him for your grandson" Hunter tried to explain to Henry. "I don't understand when that old man Henry got here and why Henry came here?" Hunter was beyond surprised. "I don't think the person you are pointing your finger at is your grandson, Hunter Sullivan," Henry said in a voice that sent chills down his spine.

“Let’s go. It’s so cold.” Jett turned immediately, and the wind carried his final warning to Henry. “Don’t let me see you near her again.” Their figures disappeared into the falling snow. Henry stood still. He watched Yvette’s hair brush against Jett’s shoulder. He watched the girl who once smiled only for him speak to someone else. “Tilt the umbrella a bit that way,” she said. The snow slipped into his collar and stole the last bit of warmth from his heart. After that, no one in Jamestown saw Henry again. Some said he went south. Others said he died on a snowy night.

“I’m the one who left the flowers.” Nick turned sharply. “Do you know where she went?” The man shook his head. “Miss Winters came once. She stayed here all day and night, then gave me money to bring her brother flowers three times a day. He liked sunflowers.” Nick staggered back, the ache in his chest unbearable. “If you see her again, call me immediately.” He left a card and a limitless credit line before walking away. He drove aimlessly around the city’s outer ring twice before stopping at the hotel.

The snow was getting heavier outside, in the middle of summer, and his mother’s words from a very long time ago echoed in his mind. Snow in summer in Duradel is a bad sign. The danger is lurking, Henry. When snow falls in Duradel during summer, one must be vigilant and prepare for the worst. That evening, when both of his parents were burned to death at the hands of vampire hunters, snow fell the day before in the middle of summer. “Tell me, Raphael,” said Henry, still looking out, “Are you hiding something from me?” After saying that, Henry turned to look at the head of the Deammone family servant, who had served for hundreds of years. As discreet as he kept his secrets, Henry was sure he w

" Jasper shouted in agitation. However, all he could hear was the dial tone. Henry's words managed to pique his curiosity, and he wanted to see for himself what Henry was up to! With that in mind, Jasper decided to meet him. … It was winter, so naturally, it was frosty on the rooftop. The cold breeze would send anyone shivering if it found its way underneath their clothes. Henry was wearing a woolen coat. He stood near the railing that fenced the rooftop while carrying a black urn.

Henry sighed. "I might hate Mason, but I do hope that little wolf cub will come back alive tomorrow." "Why?" Summer asked in confusion. "At least he's openly ruthless, unlike those scheming rats!" Henry shook his head. "Grandpa, your words are as good as gold. If you say he's alive, then he'll definitely be!" Summer said earnestly. "I just hope so." Henry's wound was still throbbing painfully. Summer's heart ached just looking at him. She clenched her teeth and decided she would definitely find out the mastermind behind all this tomorrow.