Romans & histoires It Henry Bowers

I touched his arm gently. "It's going to be alright. I'm sure she is smiling at you from the clouds" "I’m sure” he had a sad look on his face and it twisted my heart. "What did Henry say?" I didn’t get the chance to ask since he had been so busy. "He said my mother found an accused person in his home and she wanted to tell my father, he pleaded with her but she said she couldn't keep it from her mate and he said he wanted to silence her temporarily and he ended up killing her. Same with his mate but he couldn't kill Mathew easily so he had him moved. He is involved in a trafficking ring where they sell young boys. He said a lot of things. But he offered to give us the names of those who were

It was a huge change for both of them and it was tough for Henry. At first, he refused to believe that he had killed someone and that he couldn't be held accountable. But finally, it dawned on him, that he has done something terrible. That the people he killed were people that deserved to die. People like Mr. Jenson and his family. People like Mr. Katerina, the owner of the coffee shop. They were victims like everyone else. Henry couldn't bear thinking of his own life without anyone to talk to. So for three months, he had to cope with this awful loneliness.

I exhaled and asked him his name once again. "It's Henry, ma'am," he grinned slightly and I nodded. "Nice to meet you, I'm Pandora," I said, offering my hand. Henry reached out to shake my hand when Cassian dropped down, twisted his neck, killing him instantly. "What the actual fuck,Cassian, you fucking asshole, we were becoming friends," I growled angrily. Cassian eyes me blankly and lifts up Henry's hand he had behind his back showing a huge bowie knife. "He was playing with you, plus he's nineteen, Henry Norton, an accused rapist and murderer, so Hera, your welcome," he stated and I rolled my eyes as I walked back the way of the vehicle. He rushed up next to me and I avoided glancing his

It was a statement. I forced out an awkward smile. “A little.” “I apologize for Rowan.” I blinked, completely surprised. That was not what I expected. “He has…” Henry paused briefly, searching for the right words. “Been through a difficult period recently.” A difficult period? That was one way to describe everything. Kidnapping. Brainwashing. Valecourt. Betrayal. Fear. “He asks strange questions,” I said casually. Henry rubbed his temple lightly, like the topic already exhausted him.

Nolan’s eyes found Dennis and the group of wolves at a table not far from us. Henry sat down. "Hello, young people, how are you?" he greeted us. "What can you tell me about someone named Domus?" Nolan asked. Henry dropped the fork on the plate. "Stay away from that man. Evil incarnate, violent. Has a settlement, proud of himself, built on the spilled blood," Henry said. "Do tell me everything," Nolan said. Henry shook his head. "Not here. We need to meet somewhere outdoors, and I will tell you everything I know," he said.

Althaia has to be involved in this again. Henry has left the penitentiary and intends to go to Althaia's estate to confront her. He was nearly there when he saw a gathering of werewolves drinking in front of a small, low tent. He some of them right away. He rushed up to them and yanked one of them out of their seats. Everyone was taken aback and horrified to see him. "How did you get out?!" Henry yelled to the man he was holding. "Wait, H-Henry! Why are you doing this?!" the man stuttered as he attempted to break free from his grasp. "Didn't the queen tell you?"

I spoke as I watched him who had just arrived go straight into a shrubbery. Henry hurried over to a bush and spewed up again as he stepped in on the terrible scene. For the first time in his life, he murdered another person, and witnessing this gruesome event was too graphic for him. "How is my father?"

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.

Henry had kidnapped me right at lunchtime, claiming that he needed a chat, which I knew was just an excuse. "He still likes salads," he protested against the menu I ordered. "Eating vegetables is important." We spent a lot of time chatting, especially about our high school friends. A had succeeded with his bakery here, which I didn't even know. Or B, who used to be religious and calm, but ended up becoming a thug deeply involved in the drug world. Henry said that B had been caught several times with drugs in his pocket. Astounding. That was shocking, to be honest.

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.