Watch Henry Gamble's Birthday Party Novels & Stories

"That is none of your business. You're here with Henry." The drinking games subsided and Jason's blonde girl pulled him out to the center of the living room where they started dancing. "This is for the birthday boy!" She yelled out, to cheers and laughter. She bent over and started grinding her small ass on him. Jason was clearly enjoying the dance as well as being the center of attention at the party. "It's a good thing you're not out there showing them how it's done" Henry came up to me and whispered in my ear. "Huh?" I said, not quite believing what Henry just said. Had he really meant that?

Henry was still irritated unable to speak until they reach the condo. Nathan went straight to their bedroom to look for Kimberly's present as Lorraine said. While Henry stays in living room and look around. "Nathan!" Henry calls as he enters the kitchen. "What?" Nathan hurriedly went out. "You better take a look at this." Henry waves his hand through the kitchen. Nathan eyes wide open and his mouth form an O but cover it quickly with a hand as he walks inside. The kitchen was designed with a children's party theme, there are balloons all over the walls, the table has a lot of different favorite food they eat, from the goulash to steaks, the tempura, ravioli, everything they ate from honeymoo

Henry was perplexed, being younger, he couldn't resist Camellia's antics and ended up being harassed. Henry was very puzzled. "What are you talking about? Also, my parents are coming back, so you should leave quickly." "Darling, I specifically waited for your Dad to come back, why would we leave?" Camellia chuckled, pulling little darling Henry to sit down. "Did you know that Noblefull Group is hosting a welcoming party for Saxon tonight?" Henry nodded, a hint of interest flashing across his rosy face. "Did you go to cause trouble?"

This, of course, didn't end up good. Henry had come downstairs to get the cake he had bought for his wife's birthday. Since it was almost midnight, he planned to take the cake, call Ryder and then go back to his bedroom to surprise his Michelle. Henry was sure Ryder was in her room to change her clothes and dry her hair, seeing that she looked like a drenched cat, shivering and looking sad and pitiful when she came back home. How could he know that not only she didn't go to her room at all, but she was also sitting melancholically alone in the kitchen in the dark?

I don't fancy the idea of my husband missing my own party and sending someone else, even though he gave me money enough to throw the party two times more. “Not here to see you for Rowan,” Henry says. “I know that's what you might be thinking. He won't be coming anyway. So, I'm just here to catch fun with some of your friends.” And like he just said, I sight him some minutes later at a corner of the living room with two girls by his sides. I shake my head. I didn't know he was such a Casanova. The party goes for hours until everyone starts getting tired and thinking of how to find their ways home.

“Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I might know of a couple of people interested in your charity. I’ll have a word with them. Is there anything else you want in the contract?” “I refuse to get married in a church, just in case I do meet someone whom I fall in love with. So I would like a big social gathering, and will you give me away Henry?” “I’d be delighted to my dear. Are you sure you really want to go ahead with this, do you have any feelings for him at all?” I could hardly tell Henry what happened at Sunday lunch, so I told him what happened at the gala on Saturday night,” “Look at this Henry, it is a bit garish for my taste, but he bid on this at a charity gala we attended at th

Laughter quickly returned to the private dining hall after I left. When it was time to begin the meal, Mom stepped out to receive wishes from the guests. Just as the atmosphere of the party reached its peak, Liam entered the hall with several staff members. “Mrs. Radley, happy birthday on behalf of the hotel. This bottle of champagne is a gift from our hotel.” Mom’s aged face bloomed with a smile. “Thank you. This looks wonderful!” Before she could enjoy it, the bill was placed in front of her. “The total for this party comes to eighty thousand dollars. Would you like to pay by card or cash?”

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Last week, when he was at the coast negotiating a deal, there was a traitor in the Jones family—someone leaked Henry’s location. Ethan stood in front of him and told Henry to run. Ethan stayed behind and got taken. In a fit of rage, the enemy killed him. I gripped the hem of my clothes, my voice so weak it was almost swallowed by the room. “Do you even remember what Friday is?” Henry clearly paused. After a moment of silence, his voice softened a little—but the stubborn certainty remained, leaving no room to argue. “I know it’s your birthday. I know you want to fulfill your mother’s last wish so she can rest in peace.”

People even came on the stage to pinch our faces, noses, as well as our… "Number 68 never went under the knife. She's all natural." "Number 69 didn't go under the knife as well." "Number 70 has undergone a chest enlargement surgery. There's silicone inside her chest." While the host introduced us, the men began raising their bidding cards. Number 70's price was clearly lower than mine and Number 69's. A resentful expression soon appeared on her face. She didn't feel like a livestock that was being sold. Unfortunately, I was a lot more popular than Number 69.