Ouat Henry's Book Novels & Stories

Henry wanted to pack the books in front of the door, but Hana quickly stopped him, "Don't, Henry. In a little while, he would howl and dig across the room to find a book he had looked at two months ago. And I've been scolded by him a few times for that; we'd better go through it or step on it." For a book worshiper like Henry, stepping on it is something terrible. While Hana and Claura carefreely walked through the books in front of the door. Henry was looking for a way to weave through without touching them. Although Claura had constantly mocked Henry as a nerd, only Claura had put the books aside himself so that Henry could easily glide past them. Mr. O. Renci did not wake up to the presen

Henry's eyes flared out slightly before he reached up to scratch his brow. “Ummm…actually I am looking for a book but I can’t seem to find it. I was wondering if you could help me,” he asked shyly. Serena like the helping soul she was nodded immediately. She jumped up from her chair and followed him into the lane. Together, they started looking for the book. “This book is very important for preparation. Do read it,” Henry suggested to her as he glided his fingers across the books' spine. Selena paused and looked him over in confusion.

Autumn turned to Aidan and asked, "Money? Where did you get that much to pay a lot of girls?" "Henry's books." He said, Her eyes widen at the sound of this, "He hides his money in his, books, why didn't I think of that." "That's because a book is the last place you of all people would check." He calmly says, as they forget their position. "You little thief." She angrily said, "Hey, don't call me that." He rebuked her,

They moved next to the journal and pen. Henry lifted the leather-bound book. The initials carved on the front gleamed under the lamp, and the pen, resting across its cover, seemed to hum with promise. “This was Adrian’s,” Henry said, almost to himself. Evelyn nodded. She had known even before he unwrapped it. Adrian’s gifts always carried thought, not grandeur. Henry opened the journal, flipping through blank pages that smelled of ink. Each one was a doorway, waiting for him to step through. “It’s strange,” Henry admitted. “The others gave me things that scream of their world—status, power. But Adrian…” He trailed off, his throat tightening.

Henry crawled on the ground, trembling hands pointing at Oliver. "Father, if you're not afraid of being haunted by vengeful spirits at midnight, then why should I be afraid of going to hell?" Oliver didn't care at all. "You bastard! You bastard, how did I give birth to a bastard like you! If I knew, I would've strangled you to death when you were born!" Henry pounded his chest and stamped his feet. Oliver was full of confidence, while Henry was miserably old. However, not a single person present felt sorry for Henry.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

The long talk she had been planning in her head went out the window and she just focused on doing everything well. When the kiss finally ended, Gina watched as Henry looked at the book and smiled while shaking his head before picking her back up and turning her around. "Thank you so much for this. I really appreciate it, Gina. You have no idea." There was a grin on his face as he turned the book over. "How did you even manage to get your hands on this? It's a limited edition, and I've been following the trends for a few days. It's not supposed to be out yet." His expression had turned into a deep frown by the end of his sentence, and she couldn't help the smile that creeped onto her lips.

“Don’t touch others’ stuff as you like.” Xavier looked at his back and didn’t say anything for a long time. Henry was temperamental and moody. He hadn’t felt anything before, but today he had experienced it. “You really do treasure it. Those who don’t know will even think that Guinevere had just come to give it to you.” He slowly put away the teasing expression on his face. Although Henry was in a wheelchair, everyone knew that he was well-informed. There should be no one in Fern City who had more eyes and ears than him.

"You asked about my plans, right? Well, I do have a plan. I just need to keep it from my mother for the time being. Please trust me on this." "Alright, I'll trust you." Henry nodded, taking a bite of Pearly's cookies. His eyes lit up with delight. "You never fail to surprise me. These are tasty!" He then turned back to me, patting my hand reassuringly. "Take care of yourself. I saw how severe the argument between you and Vahn was. If he ever treats you that way again, I have plenty of ways to make him wish he were dead." As he spoke, Henry patted his box of medicine on the table. Inside were remedies that could save lives, as well as strange and unusual poisons.

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