Henry Winter Novels & Stories

"Hansel. It's so nice to see you again." "It's also very nice to see you healthy and safe, young master." "By the way, this is my girlfriend, Winter. Winter, this is Hansel, my personal butler. He treats me like his own son." I smiled as I slightly bowed my head. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Hansel. My name is Winter Wesley." "It's so nice to meet you too, Miss Winter." "Is Timothy here?" Themis asked. "He went out for a while, he said--

I never doubted for even a second that the two of them would always be there for me. Now as I stand on the same edge, just six months later, I am without them both. Wilder, because of a horrible twist of fate, was forever taken from me. Wyatt, though, he is gone from me and it's my own damn fault. Over the last two week, ever since Thanksgiving, it's been colder in my house than the December wind outside. I look down at the light dusting of snow, that is so rare in Alabama and I could almost believe it's a sign from Wilder. “You thinking about jumping?”

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

"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.

This was their secret life. Just the two of them. “The white night has finally ended. It has lasted a few months, and now the night has come back. The familiar winter will arrive soon…” The summer they thought would last forever finally ended. It was over. And now, the familiar cruel winter was coming for them again.

“Tyr Summers, didn’t you say you would bring me a pathfinder? It’s almost ten o’clock. Why hasn’t this person shown up? I knew you were bluffing. You don’t know any pathfinders at all!’ Winifred thought to herself. Halfway through her sentence, someone suddenly barged into the meeting room. A seemingly polite man in his forties, wearing a pair of glasses, walked in. “Who are you?” Winifred asked confusedly as she looked at the man. With a faint smile on his face, he walked directly over to Winifred. “Hello, Miss Zea. Brother Tyr asked me to come here. I am Henry…” “Henry Walker. You are Henry Walker.” Before Henry even finished his sentence, many of the people in the meeting room gasped in s

"Caleb happened. Bills happened after the situation with my mom. And then I ended up in a data analytics role at a private equity firm in Chicago, which was somehow not on the list." Henry wanted to press harder and ask who Caleb was or what happened with her mom but he decide to say nothing, just watched her tell him something about herself. "I don't even hate Chicago," she continued, sitting back. "That's the thing. I just never made peace with the winters. Every November I think this is the year I'll be prepared and every November the cold still finds a way to feel personal, like it has something against me specifically." Henry scoffed like he could relate totally, "It does. Chicago winte

Wendy pushed the door open, clutching a roll of design sketches. Her hair was loosely tied back with a few stray strands framing her face. She looked up to speak, but her gaze froze on the man standing at the counter. It was Miles. He looked a little thinner. His eyes were burning with that familiar stubborn light. “Wendy.” Miles stepped forward. Wendy spun around and headed for the door, grabbing Austin’s wrist. “Let’s go.” “Wendy!” Miles rushed after them, blocking their path.

His brow furrowed even deeper as his gaze landed on my stained skirt and my sister’s tear-streaked face. He said with contempt, “So it was you two who bullied Linda?” “Mr. Jennings,” I cut in, “you can check the surveillance cameras and see exactly what happened.” I forced down the anger rising in my chest. The last time I saw Henry was years ago, the year he managed to study his way out of that remote mountain village. Back then, he had stood outside the gates of our family manor with a heavy sack of sweet potatoes slung over his shoulder. He had rubbed the corner of his shirt nervously, his face red as he tried to thank my grandfather. At that time, there had still been a kind of rustic in

His right-hand man, Jason, stood nearby, watching Henry with concern and a sense of helplessness. "I need to find out where she is!" Henry exclaimed, his voice trembling with frustration. "Why can't anyone locate him? It's like he's vanished from the face of the earth!" He paused, running a hand through his hair as he tried to make sense of the situation. "Where the hell is he hiding my woman?" In a sudden burst of anger, Henry swept his arm across the table, sending papers and objects scattering to the floor. Jason flinched at the display of raw emotion but remained composed, understanding the depth of Henry's anguish.