Henry X Charles Novels & Stories

She looks up as I approach, giving me a smile I know isn't genuine, her name tag says 'Charles Alex. "Miss Stephen?" She ask dryly. "Yes." I reply "Down the hall he is expecting you " "Thanks " I say before walking down the highly lighted hall, stopping in front of a door which stands between two potted plants, with a name plate that says "Mr Xavier " My hand on the handle, I take a deep breath then a walk in. "Don't you know how to knock?" Xavier ice cold voice turns my legs numb. A file in one hand and a phone in another.

"And I know that she knows where we met." "She does?" Filomena questions, raising an eyebrow and staring at me. "Since you don't remember me, we met in Senegal... when you visited Richard." "Oh, right," X says, pretending to remember. "I apologize for not remembering you." "Alright, I know it was only two days and it was difficult to remember everyone who was part of the organization. But I'm glad that someone there actually cares about helping others." "I only do what Jesus taught us: Love your neighbor as yourself," X says, staring intensely at me. Unbelievable how low he can stoop, loving your neighbor as yourself? Yeah, right...

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

Emma Ever since it was reported this morning that Charles was stabbed and died in prison but his corpse has been missing, I can't help but to think that his case was so similar to Hennesy, could it be that Charles did what Hennesy did? I don't know what to think cause with Charles everything is possible,

It was a woman in her early forties that looked a lot like Lady Audrey. “Good morning, sorry to keep you waiting,” she said to me with a quick smile. “I’m Ann Lori Anderson, Mrs. Anderson’s daughter. She couldn’t make it to meet you, but she told me what you were looking for.” She raised the tablet in her hand a little. “I think I found it.” She glanced up at Mr. Blotter, like asking for permission to speak, and waited for him to nod before reading aloud from her tablet. “Henry, son of Joseph Senior, spent two years with our diplomatic corps in Paris, between 1890 and 1892.”

Mr. Had sat while waiting for Charles to come in.A short call from Charles made Mr.Had postpone some work that had to be completed and sent to England.The young man had a neat appearance, accompanied by firmness which showed that Charles was the leader of a large company.Entered with a heavy expression, he had to experience many difficulties when all his plans did not go smoothly.The bloody incident involving Mr. Charmond as the victim was the biggest investor in his company.He had run out of ideas to find the most appropriate way to free Grace from the Swiss legal process.

said Henry as he pushed the trolley into the room while Keith courteously thanked Lois Smith the manager and the hotel staff and closed the door. "Henry, what was that about? Not that it was wrong or anything." Keith asked curiously. "Sorry, Keith. I asked Henry to do that. The manager outside the door... that was my mum." Charles replied. "I can't let her in or she will recognise me; and I'm not ready to reveal myself to her." "Oh, I see. Sorry, boss. I didn't realise that was your mother." Keith apologised. "No apologies needed, Keith. I don't think she caught a glimpse of me anyway. Let's dine in." replied Charles and the Phoenix Mafia happily chatted and enjoyed their dinner.

Few would dare address him so bluntly. Henry noticed the middle-aged man standing behind him and stepped forward. "It's been a while, General Harris." Charles Harris inclined his head and shook Henry's hand. "Mr. Hale." The old man's full name was Christopher Harris. His eye had reddened, and he gripped Harold's hand tightly. "Sir, if I had known you were here, I would have come to see you long ago." During the Ursk War, on a battlefield choked with smoke and fire, Harold had pulled Christopher back from certain death. Christopher had lost an eye in that fight.

It was rocking lightly and I had to hold onto one of the chairs to steady myself. "Oh, man, time has been good to you." Henry peered at me from behind thick eyeglasses. He was the joke of many of us back in high school because of his thick eyeglasses. There was no name he didn't bag. Half past four eyes, quarter past four and four eyes. He took it all in good stride. "You don't look bad yourself." I smiled at him as I settled into one of the swaying chairs. "We ordered two large combo seafood trays with their chicken and chips combo, hope that's okay?" Charles asked.

“Wow. Your excuse for leaving me must be something else.” “Charles, that’s not it. I . . . just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to . . . to . . .” “To what?” The driver opened her door. She didn’t hesitate to get out. “Make sure she doesn’t go into a full sprint down the street, Xavier,” Charles said loudly. “It was hell catching her the first time.” Xavier was six feet tall. He had very pale skin, almost albino. He was in his forties. He was wearing a black chauffer’s hat and suit like her father wore.