Henry X Charles Novels & Stories

Charles whined as he stepped closer to me reaching for my hand when a voice sounded behind me. "By me." The voice said and I recognized it before the person came to stand beside me. I looked up at Henry and a tiny gasp escaped my lips. Henry looked so different from school today as he had on a pair of black pants and a sleeveless black turtleneck that revealed his snake and roses tattoos on his left shoulder. There was a chain hanging around his neck and his hair fell around his eyes, blue eyes that glared at Charles. "Henry?" Charles asked, eyes darting to me and Henry who smirked.

His name rang a bell, of course. Charles was a big deal in Brookville. He was the top dog among the town's elite, one of the Four Young Masters of Brookville. While the eldest was a mystery, Mr. Hoffman and Mr. Lennon were household names, their fame echoing through the streets of Brookville. It was clear why Charles could not care less about Xavier. Xavier and his whole Harris family were probably not even a blip on his radar. Noelle's gaze dropped to the business card she was gripping a little too tightly. The name 'Charles' seemed to be etched into her brain, playing on a loop she could not shut off.

Eddy told his wife. "Well, that is what I came to tell you. Please excuse me," Charles said and started to walk away. His mother called him severally, but he would not stop or turn to look at her face. Thirty minutes later, Charles was parked in front of the St. Anthony hospital. He had learned that that was where Henry was working. He sat in his car, monitoring his wristwatch and looking around to see if there'd be any sign of Henry. A few more minutes there was Henry walking out of the hospital.

He kissed her on the forehead and left with his brother. As they walked, Charles refused to tell him where they were going. Alex wondered where his brother was taking him, but he trusted him. After a while, they reached their destination. It was a beautiful cemetery filled with rows and rows of graves. Charles led Alex to a particular spot where Alex saw Henrietta's grave. It was kept clean, and beautiful flowers were grown around it.

He knew she missed him; they were still searching for Henry's body, and there was always a possibility he was alive. "Is there any report about Henry?" Karmina asked as Alex walked to the balcony and opened the door. "I have no report. However, we found out that Jeremy Cha was working for the Charles Empire." "I'll kill that bastard soon," Karmina grumbled. Alex wasn't sure what Karmina was capable of, but he didn't doubt her resolve. "Why the Charles Empire?" she asked. "I'm sorry, Mina." Alex turned to her. "This might be because of Alessandro. Ever since our children began spending time together, Henry's company started having problems. This is also a threat from Wendy's family. Her fathe

The old man nodded in agreement. Without wasting any time, Bailey led Mr. Henry to Jeremy Quest’s seat. She patted Jeremy’s shoulder lightly and said, “President Quest, let me introduce you to my friend whom I’ve mentioned earlier, Mr. Henry. Mr. Henry has been doing charity for many years.” Henry… Jeremy had read about him in the newspaper before. He was the owner of the largest wine estate in Country Y. Also, he was a very well-known philanthropist. Realizing the man’s impressive background, Jeremy stood up instantly and politely reached out for a handshake. “Hello, Mr. Henry. I’m Jeremy Quest. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

I lied. Anna pursed her lips, "It is beautiful," "Indeed, are you ready?." Anna sighs, and nods, "Yes," *********** Xander. "It was nice of you to pay us a visit," "I was passing through, and Xander, I love your mate shes so sweet and kind," Charles said, "Yes, sir, she is," Charles is my uncle; he is my father's brother, and I have not seen Charles since we laid my father to rest.

“You do hear everything, don’t you, Son?” Charlie smiled. “Yes, Father.” He tried to listen to as much as he could whenever his father talked about his business. He wanted to learn as much as possible. “You know, Charlie, all of this is possible now because of my dear friend, Henry. Do you remember me talking about him?” John asked, looking off into the distance. “Yes, Father. I remember. Henry Westmoreland. Your college roommate.”

Seeing them enter, Charlene put down the phone and walked over to greet them. - Are you okay? - We're fine. We've just come in from the back door. Henry took a deep breath. - This matter has a big impact on us. I won't be home for dinner tonight. I've got to go out. - Where are you going? asked Charlene. - I've got to talk to Joseph. Henry's voice gradually dropped to a whisper. - Then I'll leave this matter in your hands. Gustave had been busy outside all day and seemed quite exhausted. Charlene supported him in the bedroom.

The sterile walls and faint scent of disinfectant seemed oddly comforting as we waited for Charles, Henry's close friend and ally in the police force. Henry and I entered Charles' office with a sense of urgency, carrying the weight of Catherine's threats like an unwelcome companion. Charles, a sturdy man with a no-nonsense demeanor, looked up from his desk as we entered. "Hey, Charles," Henry greeted him, his tone serious. "We need your help with a situation." Charles paced round the room with an easy smile, his uniform crisply pressed. "Henry, Sophia, what brings you here?" Henry glanced at me before launching into the recount of Catherine's threats and the evidence we'd brought with us.