Henry X William Novels & Stories

“What did you say?” Richie was shocked, and he stared at Adrian in astoundment. Henry’s name had vanished from his life after the last seven years. In the early days, he would dream about this person almost every night. Now that he had made it through the years with great difficulty, Richie never expected someone to bring up the name again. Richie’s face turned ghastly pale. “You… Who the hell are you?!” Adrian said smilingly, “My last name is Xander and my name is Adrian.”

“But it also raises questions. You’re young, yet you handle work with the precision of someone twice your age. And I like to know the men who rise in my company. So—tell me. Who is Henry?” The words struck like a gavel. Henry’s mind raced. Who was he? An exile. The son of a wronged mother. The boy who fled a city that had placed him in the crossfire of love, power, and impossible choices. But none of that could be said here. Not without risking everything. Instead, he drew a breath. “I’m just…someone who believes in working hard, sir. My mother raised me to respect discipline and perseverance.” Walker tilted his head. “That much is clear. But where did you study? What’s your background?”

“Who lives there?” “His name is Xander,” Henry tells me, his voice grim. “He was…a Duke, when his brother – your father, Xavier – was King on the throne.”

'Bring me to him?' William was dumbfounded to hear Henry's words. 'Who does Henry want to meet? The kindergarten teacher?' William recovered and replied with a smile. "I'll go get him now." William thought that Henry should have just told him that he wanted to meet someone, instead of making William all petrified and think that something terrible had happened. 'However, what was his relationship to Mr. Moore? Mr. Moore even personally showed up to meet him, with an expression as though he was about to murder someone.'

Each day that passed by he seemed to be more intelligent and capable than he was yesterday. Henry's the event's coordinator. He's a party boy, alright. Henry had lots of connections and friends. Also, he really is a people-pleaser or talker, whatever that's called. That is why all of Woodhill is so pumped up for this year's school events. Henry can be creative if he really tries to be. The only problem with him is that he is too unserious. But when it comes down to whether he really needs to exert effort, he will.

I wanted to tell my mum but that was a terrible idea. There was Emily but she would just tell me to be careful around him. I wondered why? Why was everyone so scared of him? I mean he doesn't seem like the big bad wolf to me. It got me thinking. Who is Henry Williams? Where did he come from? I mean he's literally the only boy in Ravenport currently that I know with the hottest British accent. Did I just say hot? Ew. I pulled out my laptop and typed in his name into a search bar and what popped up was unbelievable.

Haley lightly coughed twice, softly warning, "Henry, be polite in your speech. After all, he's Jenny's boyfriend." "Haley, you're scolding me!" Henry suddenly looked aggrieved. "Alright, for the sake of Haley, I won't argue with him for now!" He was so magnanimous, unlike someone like William. In the restroom, Shane stood in front of the sink washing his hands when William suddenly walked in, slowing to a stop behind him. Shane heard the footsteps and slowly looked up. Through the mirror in front of him, he saw William clearly. "Is there something?"