Henry X William Afton Novels & Stories

“Some years later, it was time to inherit the properties. I knew I was going to be chosen after your grandparents died on their trip. I started to not visit Jane and Matt because I was too busy making sure I got everything so I would take care of you, Matt and Jane.” Dad stopped pacing around and sat on the coffee table, facing me. He had a pained expression on his face. “Henry was still friends with Mr. and Mrs. Kingston, his high school friends. Two days before the reading of the will, I was taken away by Mrs. Kingston. I tried to change her mind about killing me and escaping but she was scared… She wasn't very experienced with a gun and had targeted my heart but somehow missed and shot me

But I'd seen it before, more than once, standing a few steps behind Victor Ashford at company events, at family dinners, always quiet, always in the background, the kind of person you never really look at twice. "Henry." My voice came out barely above a whisper. "That's Victor's driver." Henry didn't say anything for a moment, his eyes fixed on the frozen frame. Then I remembered. "Henry, listen to me. You were about to tell me a name back at the café. Before my phone rang. Is this it? Is this who you meant?" Henry didn't answer right away. He rubbed a hand over his face, and for the first time all morning, he looked exhausted rather than scared.

Henry was driving faster and his face was full of anger because of the brief fight he had with Mrs Collins, Henry was hitting the zombies standing and growling on the main road anyhow. Mrs Collins notices this and she was feeling uneasy because of the way Henry was driving then she shouted at him to stop the van. Henry just presses on the brake suddenly and he asked Mrs Collins what is it this time? "I know you see me as an evil person, but trust me that is not who I am please! and you can't blame me for doing this and the reason I'm doing this, is that I'm traumatized about all that is happening and how it started"

“We can’t just leave it here. It could cause problems for us.” Henry let out a dismissive scoff, his confidence unshaken. “Look around me. There’s nobody here,” he retorted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Also, that pile of crap isn’t going to cause any problems for us. H was a worthless scumbag with a long list of enemies. There’s no way they’ll trace it back to us.” Martin’s eyes widened in disbelief. He had underestimated Henry’s audacity and the lengths he was willing to go to achieve his goal, and deep down, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease about the consequences of their actions.

I exhaled and asked him his name once again. "It's Henry, ma'am," he grinned slightly and I nodded. "Nice to meet you, I'm Pandora," I said, offering my hand. Henry reached out to shake my hand when Cassian dropped down, twisted his neck, killing him instantly. "What the actual fuck,Cassian, you fucking asshole, we were becoming friends," I growled angrily. Cassian eyes me blankly and lifts up Henry's hand he had behind his back showing a huge bowie knife. "He was playing with you, plus he's nineteen, Henry Norton, an accused rapist and murderer, so Hera, your welcome," he stated and I rolled my eyes as I walked back the way of the vehicle. He rushed up next to me and I avoided glancing his

My dad shook Wyatt’s hand. “It was no problem, I understood that it was to keep everyone safe. My parents had told me that a witch spoke of the future and that I needed to keep Remi safe for it to come to pass, but they never told me of that future. I’m glad that I was able to keep everyone safe and keep the agreement with you intact.”

Dalton After I put Layla to bed, I return immediately to the shed. I look down at the dead man with a mix of pity and rage. He’s not much older than me. He was handsome, with blond hair and eyes that used to be blue. But now, they’ve started to decay into his skull. The skin is flayed from his fingers, revealing bone, but the rest of him is in surprisingly good shape considering how long he’s been here. I remember him. Henry, that was his name. Henry Swanson, from Mississippi, an architect apprentice who never made it back after traveling here to visit his girlfriend.

Nolan’s eyes found Dennis and the group of wolves at a table not far from us. Henry sat down. "Hello, young people, how are you?" he greeted us. "What can you tell me about someone named Domus?" Nolan asked. Henry dropped the fork on the plate. "Stay away from that man. Evil incarnate, violent. Has a settlement, proud of himself, built on the spilled blood," Henry said. "Do tell me everything," Nolan said. Henry shook his head. "Not here. We need to meet somewhere outdoors, and I will tell you everything I know," he said.

"No. I'm not helping. I don't get involved in the business between the Blood Curtains and the Aurora Shadows. Leave." Henry just turned seventy this year. On the East Coast, he was an eccentric old witch doctor with a mysterious bloodline and background. But when it came to treating chronic werewolf diseases, no one on the entire continent could compare to his methods. Back when I first found out that Gillian suffered from incurable migraines stemming from pack wars in her youth, I wanted to win her favor and get the Aurora Shadows pack to truly accept me. I went to great lengths to finally track him down in the old district.

I take a seat next to him. -The meeting was about the attack on the Coastal Current Pack-Me -What did they find out?-Henry -All we could see on the cameras were multiple wolves but they couldn’t tell who was how-Me -I know more was discussed but they won’t say-Me -We need to find out-Henry -I know but I think Harrington might be starting to suspect me-Me -We need to be more cautious then-Henry -I know and I have been. He has been acting this way since we were little. I think he may know that Chester’s dad is not my real father-Me