Henry Winter Novels & Stories

In fact, he had hoped Hector wouldn't help him unconditionally, all only because they were schoolmates years ago. "Henry, you don't have to give me the money, just..." Just in case you fail, don't drag me down with you. Hector finished silently. He was clear that he was no match for Kevin. "I'll give you the money. And even if I fail, I would bear all consequences, and this will have nothing to do with you." Henry turned around and left the office gracefully. Autumn was coming. The weather in Chatterton Town was getting cooler day by day.

Characters Jackson: a 27-year-old reclusive artist who lives near the edge of the Blackpine Forest. She's grounded, sharp-witted, and recovering from a toxic relationship. Henry Fodger: a 34-year-old unhinged, dominant werewolf who’s been watching her from the shadows, convinced she belongs to him. Scarred, rough, and dangerous. . . .

"I finally found you. Why are you sitting here in the snow like this? You should have worn more layers, or you'll catch a cold, Claire." I looked up and saw Henry, looking immaculate in his straight-cut trench coat, while his eyes were brimming with distress. I was utterly incapable of discerning if his actions were purely theatrical or if they contained some degree of sincere emotion since his performance was so flawless. Upon seeing my lack of response, Henry's frown intensified. He quickly reached out to feel my face and forehead before saying, "You're burning up, Claire. Do you feel unwell? Come on. Let's go home."

Then it hit him and a smirk plastered on his face, “Oh right. We definitely have to go mow. “I can’t wait to officially have you, Mrs. Hudson.” I chuckled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is really it. I can’t wait to be on more adventures with my husband, Eion. It was all worth it. And I’m proud to say that I am Snow caught in his Winter Heart. **

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

She stared at Sebastian without blinking and said, “Can you repeat your words? Whose brother did you say he was?” “How can you not recognize your own brother?” Sebastian glanced at her in disdain and continued, “Well, my daddy does look completely different than before.” “How are you so sure that he’s your daddy?” “Are you kidding? I’m not blind, I can still recognize my own dad.” Was he saying she was blind? At this moment, the subordinates she had sent to investigate Henry’s identity returned. “Director Zachary, we found out that Henry isn’t someone from Country M. He was sent to Chester Manor two years ago, and the person who sent him there was Summer Gabriel.”

The winter Fairy Elena tries to gain control of herself as she starts accepting her faith. Though she doesn't understand why her life had to be like this, she accepts them and trains to get stronger. Winterfell has never looked so beautiful when Summer came, bringing out new fresh fruits, flowers and clean water. The animals in the winter wood helped keep the forest clean by eating off fallen flowers on the ground and eating off old grass roots. This was also a period for reproduction of new offspring for the animals in the forest. Summer was really lovely and known to be very good for everyone in Winterfell except for Elena who is a winter fairy as it affected her terribly, making her fall

I asked, shivering a bit. She knocked harder. I got tired of waiting in the rain and was about to kick the door open when Henry opened it. He showed up in a bathing robe, showing off his chest hairs and the side view of a wolf tattoo on there. He had blonde hair with very obvious dark roots and was muscular, and heavily built. He had marble grey eyes and the sweetest smile of any guy I’ve ever met. He was very handsome but he was a wolf—normal standards. Before he could say anything, I barged in, pushing him aside. Goddess, I was so confused. Carissa followed while Henry carried the children.

"You’ll have a lot more of that once we’re settled at the packhouse." "Hopefully without the blizzards," Victoria muttered, eyeing the thickening snow. "That’s wishful thinking," Calix replied. "The royal grounds are practically buried by now." "I heard the last time someone tried to drive all the way in during peak winter, they got stuck and had to be rescued by a patrol pack on snowshoes," Victoria said, popping a granola bite into her mouth. "That was Ezren," Silas said without skipping a beat. Everyone burst into laughter, even Calix’s normally reserved chuckle joining in.