Mark Henry Daughter Novels & Stories

The tiny, chirpy and energetic voice shrieked and I watched, my eyes as huge as saucers, as the small girl breezed past me and ran towards Henry who in turn picked her up effortlessly and carried her in his arms, a delighted smile playing on his lips. Daddy? "My Angel." Henry cooed in delight as he hugged the small girl to himself. I looked at Henrietta who gave me a somewhat nervous smile and back to Henry who was now looking at me. I was in utter shock and had only one question playing through my mind. Henry is married? With a daughter! ***** I was still in the middle of the both of them, their eyes still trained on me while I just stood there, a million and one question running through my

After all, she's Bianca's offspring. “She might be my daughter. I need to meet her daughter. I need to conduct a DNA on her.” Celine sniffles, holding her breath. Her gaze darts at him leaving him confused. “She's dead!” Celine cooked a lie in tears. Henry froze, he holds his breath as he loosens his tie. A grin appeared on his face, he stares at a spot and suddenly let out a chuckle. “Since that bastard is gone. I can have her all to myself. No third party, sweet!” Henry chuckles, licking his lips.

Henry snapped. Henry was so angry at his mother, whom he had always trusted and respected as a parent, but it was the woman who had destroyed his household that he didn't know that he had a child with Amanda. "What do you mean?" Mrs. Vena stood up and returned to Henry, still sitting in his work chair. "Sonya is a good woman; she is more suitable to be my daughter-in-law." "Mum, don't keep defending Sonya," said Henry, "You'd better see the news about your favourite future daughter-in-law. Henry smiled mockingly at the mother who always glorified her prospective daughter-in-law—a primary heir of the Anderson family.

The woman said. “Well, look at his sister here,” Max said as he pointed to Deanna. “His other sister looks like her as well.” “How are your parents taking the fact you have Henry?” She asked Deanna. “My parents were murdered today,” Deanna said as she looked at the older woman. Then she looked at Max, “You didn’t tell her?” “That detail slipped my mind. I was concerned about the baby.” Max said. “Well, what do you want to do with Henry?” The woman asked as she looked at Deanna.

Henry continues, "And hear me out, I found this out today too." Silence hangs in the air as Penny waits for him to elaborate. "Sonja is my half-sister," Henry confesses. Shock registers in Penny's widened eyes, and she pulls her hands away. "What? How?" "My father," Henry replies, the weight of the truth evident in his voice. Penny shakes her head in disbelief. "You're telling me that your father had a child outside of marriage and hid it from everybody, including you and your family." Henry nods, "Yeah, he did. And he knows that once the country finds out, he'll be stripped of everything, including the throne."

Henry's shocked voice reached my ears "What do you mean by gone?" "I mean.. my– my daughter has gone missing! We can't find her anywhere, Henry!" The agony became too much for me to bear and I burst into tears. "Amber, Amber calm down. Christie will be fine. Nothing's going to happen to her, I promise" "My beloved daughter" I continued "They took my beloved daughter, Henry. What has that innocent child done to deserve this?" "Amber it's fine. It's okay, just calm down. I'll– I'll come over. I'm coming over so just try to pull yourself together, okay? I'll be right there" He said and hung up.

“Now move, please. I need to use the restroom.” “No you don’t. You’re just trying to run away, just like you did six years ago.” Henry moved into my way again when I tried to sidestep around him, frustrating me. “I saw you with your new lover out there. Tell me, does our daughter call him ‘Daddy’ or is he just a stranger?” I didn’t reply right away. I realized that Henry thought Aria was his daughter. He took my silence as confirmation. Taking a step forward, he reached out to brush a strand of hair out of my eyes.

Vivienne warned. "If she's easily scared, then she wouldn't survive our world," Henry replied, his voice firm, after his daughter Vivienne intervened. I squared my shoulders, maintaining my smile and stance. I wouldn't let him see me falter. Vivienne beamed. "My son has a girlfriend," she smiled widely. Ethan complained, "Mum, you're saying it like I haven't dated before." Henry's expression softened, and he shook my hand, a hint of a smile on his face.

Standing to his whole height, Richard growled, "Are you saying this is our fault? " “Your daughter, Eva kept this pregnancy a secret, even from Shawn,” Henry snapped. “And with Ava, well, we all are aware of how she wormed her way around this. ” Eleanor got up, shaking violently with fury. "Would you stop blaming my daughters for deception when your son also played a role in all this. Henry, my daughter nearly died! Someone tried to poison her!" Daine interrupted, her voice sharp, "And you believe my son played a part in that? "

I asked, trying to act like I was concerned about her when all I wanted was to make sure she was as far from this state as possible. “Dead.” “Huh?” “She died in childbirth. Before I got to the hospital, it was too late. She was already dead.” Phew. Thanks to the heavens. I won't need to go on a killing spree. “I was told the daughter she gave birth to, died with her,” Henry sobbed. “But….” He locked his teary eyes with mine, “I doubt that's true any more.” “What?!” “I now know why Martha changed states when I finally located her to apologize for all I put Mary through,” he smiled, but it looked forced.