Henry X William Novels & Stories

Heron surly demanded, his breathing becoming heavier, exhaling steam through the receiver. “It’s …..” I don’t remember his name, so I sweetly asked him, “It’s been a long time since I saw you but I can’t recall your name.” “Henry, the comic fanatic.” He apprised to jog my memory. With full delight, his cheeks and eyebrows swelled. “Oh, I remember now.” I exclaimed as I vetted his features, removing the phone from my ears, “You have grown a lot. You were so scrawny when we were younger and now you have biceps and muscles. Totally matured.”

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

I nodded. So he is the heir to the Chua-Sy Empire. “Malcolm Sullivan McQueen” the guy with green eyes introduced himself. I tilted my head to study his face. “You don’t look like a race car to me but how are you related to Lightning McQueen?” I asked. His brows furrowed clearly confused. “What? Who’s that?” “You know the race car that says kachow!” I imitated the cartoon character. “Seriously woman?” he said and went back to his other friends while shaking his head and scratching the back of his neck. I heard he owns an automotive company.

Henry peeled off his gloves and tossed them into the bin like it was nothing. "Your pig pen is clean. No problems at all. The sick one didn't have an infectious disease." I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. "Thank god!" Tammy almost dropped to her knees in relief. "Thank you for coming out here," I said. Henry gave me a look like I'd just insulted him. "Why so polite? William helped me through college the entire time. If it weren't for him, I would've dropped out. The guy saved my life. You guys need anything in the future, just let me know."

“Cold?” “Freezing,” I muttered, even though his sweaty jersey was ten times worse. He ruffled my hair—messy, playful, the way only a big brother would… but to outsiders? Yeah, it probably looked weird. Especially since we didn’t look even remotely related. Not the same hair. Not the same face. Not the same build. Nothing. “Don’t look at Xavier,” Henry said suddenly, voice dropping to a warning whisper. “He’s a monster.” I blinked. “Who?”

“Experiment 12_ Henry Bart- Alpha werewolf- “X” Henry happened to be Harley’s childhood friend, it was even part of the reason she agreed to move here when her dad suggested they had to cause of work. Henry used to stay in Los Angeles but his parents moved here after they lost his sister, they planned a fresh start. Harley thought she could reconnect with her best friend after his grieving but soon teenagers started missing and Henry was one of them. Many still haven’t been found.

He turned to Stanley and gave him a mischievous smile. Stanley simply shot him an ice-cold glare. “Do you have a death wish?” Feeling a chill down his spine, Sebastian shut up at once, not daring to say another word. Henry gave Stanley a meaningful look before smiling at Xyla and greeting her, “Hi, I’m a good friend of Old Fifth’s, Henry Armstrong. No matter what relationship you have with Old Fifth, I’m still pleased to meet you.” Xyla took the initiative to shake hands with him, showing generosity. “Hello, I’m Xyla Quest.”

she inquired. "My name is Henry Wilberforce,I am from this city.I studied petroleum engineering at Harvard and now I manage one of my father's companies.I have one sibling,a guy,his name is Fred but he ain't in the country right now and I am a good guy"he said even though joking at the last part. Jane laughed her hearts out.Henry seemed like the type of guy that had a sense of humor,her type of guy. "You are a good guy"she mimicked him while laughing.

"His name is William. He's two years younger than you. Henry hid him after your mother died. Sent him away. Told everyone he was dead." "Where is he now?" "Switzerland. Running Henry's lab. The cloning lab." "William is running the cloning lab?" "He's been running it for years. Ever since Henry got sick." Alexander took the photograph. Stared at the face — younger, healthier, happier. "Why are you telling us this?" I asked. "Because William is planning something. Something big. Something that will destroy everything Henry built." "What?" "He's going to clone Henry. Bring him back. Resurrect him."

Henry is a type of guy who gave no fuck to the world, even if it means having his own flesh and blood died before his eyes. "I swear to fucking God, I'll kill you if you're trying to set us up," Xavier hissed as he watched Henry sat comfortably in the swivel chair. They look similar to each other. The three of them, actually. Consider that they have the same mother and their fathers were brothers, they sure look so much like each other. Except that Henry did not inherit Ivanov's typical hair colour. While most Ivanov members have brown as their hair colour, Henry has a blonde.