Horrid Henry Age Novels & Stories

Henry couldn't take it anymore, the images flashed before his eyes and his eyes almost couldn't take it anymore. He gritted his teeth, trying to focus, but it was no use. The images were too overwhelming, and he felt like he was being sucked into a black hole of endless images. Ten years ago, Henry was celebrating his twentieth birthday, his mother, father and his family were there to celebrate with him.

Henry nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?" Wade breathed, turning his attention to Henry. He noticed that Henry looked as if he had aged over ten years, his hair was greyer and his skin had more wrinkles. "If I had told you, you would have run out there and get your ass killed by those men. They are bloodthirsty, like monsters. Human lives are nothing but a toy for them," Henry snapped. Then he sighed and rolled his shoulders back. He cares about you. It's his way of parenting.

She said. Before Henry could greet Xyla and Georgie, the young lady dragged him away… “That girl looks like she’s barely seventeen, doesn’t she? I can’t believe he could actually date someone that young,” Georgie couldn’t help but utter. Now, her impression of Henry was getting worse. “Could she be his sister? My husband told me Henry has a sister around the age of seventeen… But I’ve never met her,” Xyla said. “Although he’s a womanizer, he doesn’t date underage girls. He’s still a man of principle in this regard,” Xyla added.

James had better not try to plant doubts in me next time. “So,” Henry said warmly, “how’s my little Patricia doing? What’s making you sad?” I laughed again. Little Patricia? Really? All these years had passed, and he still saw me as that same little Patricia? "I'm good, Brother Henry," I teased back. He smiled softly, though his smiles weren’t as bright as they used to be. Then he reached out, gently fixing my hair and patting it the same way he did when we were kids. "I’m 31, Henry… I’m not a child anymore," I said, laughing.

That was Henry, a dirty blonde guy in his late twenties who had no filter whatsoever when it came to the things he said and slept around with no intention of settling down. Alden glared at Henry. “Do you really think saying all that will make him feel better? Can't you see he looks miserable as it is?” Alden, also in his late twenties, was tall with dark hair and easily the most handsome among them. He was usually the voice of reason. “Oh, please,” Henry rolled his eyes. “He's going to get over it soon. The fact that that lowlife is finally out of his life is so much better. She never deserved to mingle with people like us anyway.”

He informs us. “Wow, Spencer never told me why he was so mad at you; now I see.” Cara shakes her head in disappointment as she speaks. “And how old is this kid?” I ask him. “She is about 19-years-old and her name is Ellie,” Henry informs us. Wow, and you think you know a person. This comes as a huge surprise to me and considering that Ellie’s mother died while giving birth to her must be traumatic. And she does not even know that she has a brother, I am guessing.

Henry said, cutting his steak. “Ahh… yes. The scandal with seventeen year old Miss Rivers.” My stomach dropped. Scandal? The three of us stared at Henry in shock. He had a calm expression on his face, for someone who didn't know him well you'd think he didn't seem bothered about it. But I knew Henry too well to notice the slight ticking of his jaw. “It was no scandal, Mr Duncan.” “Really, well what do you call having a sexual relationship with a minor?” “Jacob.” Maggie scolded, quietly.

"you're twenty right now, aren't you? what year do you live?" Henry shook his head, "no, no! I am seventeen." Nicole frowned slightly, wondering why she couldn't seem to get him to relax around her; At the moment Henry was bothered about arriving at his destination. ~~~ When they arrived at the premises, Nicole realized that it was much larger than she expected. Her eyebrows shot up and she leaned forward eagerly. "where are your parents, did they come?" Henry opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to form words, "I mean, yes, but...my parents weren't...they..." his voice trailed off for a second, and his hand drifted to his chest, fingers curling around the edges of his T shirt.

Gabriella leaned against the door and exhaled deeply. Opening her eyes, she saw Henry standing in the center of the room. His hair was messy, and he was half naked with his distinct abs extending downward and disappearing under a towel. The towel around his lower body was pink, and it was one of hers. His fair skin naturally suited the pink color. It made his skin appear even paler. Henry would turn 30 years old next year. He had handsome features and superior bone structure. Showing no signs of aging, he still looked young and healthy.