Henry X William Afton Novels & Stories

"You think by finding a man you get to Don't forget. Your surname is Harrington. One day, you'll inherit this business and everything with it," "So you knew? Mattson was selling weapons to criminals and you didn't stop him?" Wade realized. "Stop him? Do I look like you, a fool who goes running around and getting into trouble, mixing up with dirty people. Drinking in bars and getting your fucking life taken away for something that's not worth it," Henry glared at his wounded leg.

The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and something else—something metallic. Inside, rows of stone coffins lined the walls, their surfaces etched with the names of Ashworth ancestors. But it wasn’t the coffins that drew Elliot’s attention. It was the figure slumped in the corner. Henry. The butler’s body was propped against the wall, his head tilted at an unnatural angle. His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling. A bloody gash stretched across his chest, soaking his pristine shirt. Emma let out a strangled gasp, and Elliot stepped forward, his pulse pounding in his ears.

Gwen had to persuade him a couple of times, so as not to raise suspicions. There are reporters still lurking outside of the hospitals, awaiting any statement regarding Miles or the incident. Apparently, the world didn’t get the full footage of the incident. Meaning they didn’t get to see Henry shoot his own son. Nor did they see Aaron take Miles with him. So according to the statement released by all those that were interrogated, Henry was at the crime scene to save his son, Miles from the same goons he came with. In the end, the imbecile died like a man with honour.

The room fell completely silent. Alpha Victor. My father. He had been murdered twelve years ago. His case had never been solved. Henry swallowed. “He was listed as a person of interest.” My chest tightened. “What was his name?” Henry closed his eyes, trying to remember. Then opened them. “Adrian Cross.” The name hung in the room like smoke. None of us noticed Liam standing quietly at the end of the hallway watching the paused image on the television. He pointed at the screen. “I know him.”

the old man gestured to William, as if to command him. When William heard this, his heart began to pound and he asked, "What is my father's left hand doing here?? Robert Henry Codrington?" Old Henry stared at William, who was more than ten meters away, for a long time, "I said, Stand up." After hearing this, William straightened up completely after getting up from his seat, and said, "Mister Henry, do you have any instructions for me?" While talking to old Henry, William glanced at the man behind him, William gulping his saliva as he wondered in his mind, "Robert Henry codrington and Alexander...what is this fateful day?"

' Hector said, trying to hold his grief in check. 'I shall get to the bottom of this and whoever it was who did this shall pay dearly for it!' 'I agree with you', Henry said. 'I shall make available to you everything at my disposal that can help in identifying the murderer', he said. 'Who could he have offended?' he asked and looking smugly at Hector, thought, let me see how you solve this mystery of your father's death. You might eventually find out the truth but by then, you will be on the verge of following him to the great beyond. Ha, ha, ha,ha. Then catching himself, he pushed his smug thoughts aside and fixed a sorrowful look on his face. He didn't want anyone guessing he was responsib

Amanda asked, the man did not respond to her but instead got his phone and called the police, after he hang up, Amanda walked over to him nervously "What happened?" She asked again "Henry was killed, he is in his bed" Amanda's eyes widened as she couldn't believe her ears "Can i go in?" She asked, she wouldn't believe that Henry was killed unless she saw him herself "Go in but don't touch anything, the police are on the way" she nodded and walked inside nervously, When she got to the door of his bedroom, she smelt the bad ordur of something about to rot, she covered her noise and opened the door

Ashton snapped. Tanya was utterly consumed by rage, her face contorting into a mask of fury. "You good-for-nothing! Why are you guys still standing there? Get him and beat the hell out of him!" "Get him!" Henry commanded. Henry's men immediately rushed toward Ashton, only to be sent flying by powerful blasts of inner energy. "How dare you make a scene at Auric Night! You obviously have a death wish!" Henry narrowed his eyes dangerously, preparing to signal the experts of the Gale Assembly to step in.

William reported calmly. "So? Can't you deal with it yourself?" Henry snapped angrily, his voice followed by a muffled moan. 'You are not even going to hide it from your son? How shameless,' "They left a message, and it's about the day she died. Someone out there knows," he reported, and he hung up while driving towards the cemetery. Upon arrival at the cemetery, he bought two bouquets from the flower vendor and walked up the path that led to Victoria and her mother's grave. As he got closer, he noticed fresh flowers sitting on both graves and frowned.

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.”