Horrid Henry Age Novels & Stories

“If she served you for twenty years, you shouldn’t wish her death at least.” “You sound quite paranoid, young lady. It sounds as if you have bones to pick with me,” Henry replied calmly. “She didn’t mean it like that,” I offered. Henry smiled, “Young lady…” “I have a name. You can call me Natasha,” she interrupted. “Fine, Natasha. Everyone dies at some point, you and me included. Some are old before they die and others are young when they do. However, we all know that the old are more likely to die for obvious reasons. Once someone reaches a certain age, they start to plan for their death. My chef is at that age,” Henry explained.

he half-yelled. "I told you not to have intimacy with any woman until I permit you, but you just went ahead and disobeyed me!" Henry scoffed. "Disobey you how? Do you want me to die a virgin or what? I'm no longer a kid, Mom. I'm already in my thirties; remember, Darien is only a few years older than me, and he now has a kid! I'm not tolerating any of your commands anymore, not now, not ever! And about her, keep her out of this. She only did it because I wanted her to!" His mom scoffed silly.

, Henry teased. “Okay fine fine, I loved the damn thing!” Adrian replied, “Stop judging me" Henry chuckled. “I am not” he shook his head. “I am not...how many years has it been?” Adrian glared at him. Henry burst into laughter, clutching his belly. “I think at this point Mr Dino just wants to be set free, the man is tired. I mean come on...18, 19 years?” Adrian tossed a pillow at him.

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.”

"Before that, son, I want to tell you how old I am. As of today, I turn 440 years." Henry released a good laugh at Kohl's age disclosure. He thought the old man stuttered the 'other four', and found it amusing. "Why are you laughing?" Kohl props up on his elbow, looking at the young man who held his stomach and laughed boisterously. "Do you not believe me, son? That I'm really 440 years old?" Henry laughed harder, Kohl shook his head and gave up trying to explain to him. If he didn't believe his age, he wasn't ready to learn what made him stronger either.

Only Old Master Henry and the old madam were sitting in the large living room. Henry was just one year shy of a hundred years old. He was already old and he had hearing loss. In the past year, Henry had not been bothered with anything anymore. He only cared about taking a stroll after his meals, bathing in the sun, cooling off in the shades, and sleeping. He had been calmly resting.

I remembered how he had struggled in the past when he began his company and now he is going to be Sixty Nine this year. "Hello Madam Veronica," Henry said smiling with his gap teeth. "Hello Henry," I said excitedly. With the way he looked, I could tell that he was in his late sixties just wasn't sure of his exact age. "It's so glad to see you," I said. "It's anything going wrong between you and Jake? He seemed off when I brought up your name in our recent discussion," Henry said. "Ooh no, it's probably nothing, he was probably not in a good mood," I said pretending...

Henry tried to speak in a very serious manner but his eyes gave away the mischief he was planning. With a sarcastic smile on my face, I said, "Henry, you do realise that that's not how a Vampire's age works, right? And, I am a vampire king so obviously I don't freaking work like normal vampires even. So, how do you expect me to work with a human's age system. They don't even live past eighty-five as a matter of fact."

“Are you serious? But it’s so dreamy, though. Was he a friend of yours or something?” Thorin laughed out a deep roar from his belly. “Oh, good heavens no, Imara. I’m not quite that old yet. Henry the Eighth was a king about 400 years ago over there in England.” “Well, what did he do that was so bad?” asked Imara as she stared off into the stars above her. Imara didn’t know much about life or the world going on around her, but she loved to read about the stars and the stories behind them. Her parents and Shaw had kept her under lock and key her whole childhood, but when she read about the stars, Imara’s imagination took her places that her family couldn’t even prevent her from reaching.

he said. “And how do you know this” Henry asked with stroking his chin “Because I'm over 800 years old” he says raising his brows with a slight shake of the head. “What the hell” i said squeezeing my face in surprise. “Well it's a good start, as long as it helps us find solutions” Lukas said “Yeah, because I'm really tired” Henry chimed in. We took a break and relaxed having launch and making jokes, while Sinclair and Adonis tried to decode the book in his office.