Lost Series Henry Gale Novels & Stories

Henry grinned, kneeling in front of me and cracking open the kit like it was a treasure chest. He worked in silence at first, cleaning the cuts, dabbing antiseptic, then wrapping my leg gently in white gauze. He was careful, meticulous, and kind. It made me want to cry all over again not from the pain, but from the simple goodness of it. “Where’s Oscar?” I asked softly. “Still breathing fire outside, I imagine,” Henry muttered, taping the last bandage down. “He’s worried about our little Lila.” I tried to smile at that, but something in me gave way. The dam cracked. The tears came quickly, silently at first, then in sharp, aching sobs.

Henry laughed. “No matter how influential he was back then, there’s no way he would eclipse your current self.” “Alright now, stop kissing my *ss. Get the car. Let’s meet Jake Graham and find out how much he knows about the Cadens’ incident from ten years ago.” “Alright.” Henry speedily made his way to the nearby parking lot. Soon, he came back driving a black Lunar. Henry picked James and Scarlett up and drove to the People’s Repair Shop in the suburbs.

“What?!” The Xanders were shocked and their eyes widened in surprise. ‘Adrian single-handedly killed his way into Dream City?!’ Cecilia asked anxiously, “What happened next?” Leonard inhaled a deep breath and said, “Afterward, Daniel arrived with a troop of Battle Warrior Department personnel. Richie then admitted to causing Henry’s death and was hence executed on the spot. “His head has been placed on Henry’s headstone as an offering.” Harold grew restless from the shock and his body shook. He had always assumed that his youngest son died from contracting an illness. He had not expected there to be a scheme behind Henry’s death.

Henry’s whisper, the urgency in his voice. Henry lay sprawled on the floor, his white shirt stained dark red, his eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling. His phone – the one he’d used to call him mere minutes ago – was still clutched in his lifeless hand. “Oh God, no,” Jackson stumbled backward, his back hitting the wall. His legs gave out, and he slid to the floor, unable to look away from Henry’s body. The one person who might have had answers, who could have helped him understand what was happening to Damian, was gone.

What could possibly be his endgame? Lance must have noticed the unease on my face because he gave me a reassuring glance. I quickly looked away, not wanting him to see how deeply this was affecting me as I really had no idea Kinglsey would do this to me when he knew that I had no one to support me…not even me family again. “Now, check this next photo,” Henry said, sliding another picture toward us. It showed the same two men, but this time, the younger one was handing a box of apples to Ryan Sinclair.”

“Do that, and I will do what you asked. Fail... and there will be collateral damage.” “Henry,” he added, voice soft like velvet. “He will bleed.” A long silence stretched between them. Then Henry reached for the drive, pocketed it, and wheeled himself away. His guards followed without a word. Lorenzo sat back, watching him go. A small smile crept across his lips. “Soon, it will all be over.” --- Caleb stood by the window, pressing his palm to the glass. Rain streaked the surface as lights from the street below shimmered and blurred.

Gale said and in one second, their lips are now entwined to each other. "Hmmm", Eloisa moans in every kiss they shared. Gale stop kissing her and told her that what are they doing was wrong but Eloisa insisted. Until forbidden desires happened. ----- " Shit!" He screamed when he saw Lucy's limp and bloody body on the grasses. He hid behind the huge trees when he saw someone holding a gun then drags her body and placed it inside the black car. Gale slowly hops inside his car while he can't believe what he just witnesses in front of him. It's a murder. Someone killed Lucy and now the killer took her body. He followed him and it feels like they traveled forever. Gale feared that he might lose L

Lev gazed into Celsi’s hopeful eyes, and then he said, “There seems to be something hidden from us all this time. Something about the vampire hunters.” * Etana dragged her sword around Henry’s body. Seeing him helpless like this brought back a painful old memory. She raised her sword and placed its tip directly over his heart. “I should have killed you back then,” she said. The more she tried to plunge her sword into Henry’s chest, the more her hand trembled. “Just kill me,” Henry murmured. “But leave the others. They know nothing about us.” Etana gave him a cold smile. Her eyes stared at his face. Then her gaze clouded, and a tear trickled down her cheek.

Natalie kept praying in her heart. She came to the entrance of Emerald Bay and hailed a cab. "To the General Hospital!" … Three hours later, at the hospital. After three hours of surgery, Henry was finally saved. He had multiple wounds all over his body, and although his forehead was wrapped with a thick gauze, the blood was still faintly visible. He looked pale and his voice was weak. "Harry… Has he clarified?" Henry had gone out early that morning because of a sudden shocking news—the affair between Harry and Evelyn had been exposed.