Henry X William Afton Novels & Stories

She had no more words to explain how she felt about it. Since poison was not the cause of death for Wilfred, the authorities did not consider it a criminal case, so Henry would not be convicted and sentenced to prison. Henry had returned to the Lodge family to settle other affairs, and he even brought outsiders into the family residence, trying to seize power. However, these were part of their family’s business. ‘What will happen since no one got convicted?’ After thinking about it, Alexander said, "If it were Justin, he would send Henry abroad."

In the afternoon, Henry brought the investigation report to me. "King Blake, I have tried my best to trace Ms. Wyatt's origin, and I found this person. I don't know if he is related to Ms. Wyatt." As he spoke, he handed me a piece of paper. I glanced at the paper. Suddenly, my eyes froze. I immediately asked, "Are you sure it's him?" Henry was startled. He nodded nervously. "Yes. The man who once lived at this address was one of the elders of the royal pack, Adrian Fox."

“You sound like you’re pissed about me having a new friend more than you are about my relations with the mafia.” Henry overturned the table, spilling all the contents in one swipe of the hand. Everyone watched in silence as the plates shattered into many pieces. Adrian stared at him in surprise. “What has gotten over you Henry? Ashley put in a lot of effort to make dinner” “You had affiliations with the bloody mafia and you didn’t think oh my friend should know this. My friend that I call brother?” his tone was laced with spite. “Henry, I was terrified when I got sober and put two and two together. I was scared you would react just like how you’re doing now”

Henry explained. "Is it because of cancer or the transplanted kidney." its Nathan father speaking. "Based on our analysis it was heart attack that leads into organ failure." "Heart attack??" Mr. Conner repeats in disbeliefs. "Yes Uncle, even I can't believe it too..." "She'll pay for this..." Andy whisper. "What do you mean Andy?" Henry ask. "Who is he?" Mr. Conner interrupted. "This is Andrew Martins, Andy as we called him, Mrs. Aston's son." Henry introduced.

Some of them had heard about the Golden Liberty's fearsome reputation, even if they did not know its exact whereabouts or details. Henry heard it, too, and frowned but did not interrupt. His identity was not a secret to those in the know, so there was no point in hiding it. However, his connection to the Trumans was still a mystery to most, except for a few people he still could not track down—the ones responsible for burning down the orphanage years ago. "Are you blind? Even if you don't recognize him, can't you see he's not ordinary?" Alfred recalled the day he saw Henry in person. Everyone present, including himself, was awed into silence by Henry's presence. These were all important figu

The vampires he knew were not yet at the point of running out of spare blood to do that. Furthermore, because he had disguised the deaths of those two people, he was thinking that maybe someone else did it the same way he did. Before leaving, Henry put a box down in front of William. After hesitating for a long time, William dared to open it. Inside is a small cross that has been sprinkled with holy water by the priest. He was originally an atheist, but to protect himself, this was the only and most effective way. Until Samson and Harvey disappeared from the world, he was forced to carry this object with him.

There should be no one in Fern City who had more eyes and ears than him. A close friend of Weston’s, they were very powerful when they worked together, and practically no one dared to mess with them. Henry had an eccentric temper. He would not help simply anyone. Even if Xavier was Weston’s uncle, he might not necessarily invite him. His eyes sank as he fell into deep contemplation. When he turned his back, Weston was already standing behind him without realizing it. He was shocked for a moment but changed back to his usual sloppy self just as quickly. He patted his shoulder, asking, “Why are you walking without a sound?”

After all, Lenore and Miliana were like friends and companions to him as well as to Louisa. The funeral went smoothly. And after the two chests were put in the hole, Henry decided to walk slowly closer to it. Standing right at the very back of the people who were also there. He didn't know what he would say if he met Lenore's parents in person there. Or how he can answer all the questions that everyone might ask him. Whether it's about Louisa's condition, or maybe about the bomb explosion earlier. He won't be able to answer all of them. And he wouldn't be able to do it in the slightest. Drrrtt

Henry raised an eyebrow and simply smiled, asking with a pout, "When are they planning to strike?" Antonio shook his head, furrowing his brow. "Old Mr. Alston is very cunning. We can't find out the exact time, but it's probably within the next few days. Both you and your mother need to be careful." "If he comes after me, I can let it go. But if he dares to touch my mother, I won't show him any mercy. I'll make him die in a gruesome way!" Henry's adorable little face filled with a murderous aura, his determination firm.

"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.