Who Is Henry Clerval Novels & Stories

He reached out his hand to formally introduce himself. “Alexander Kingston, and you are...?” A look of disbelief crossed the doctor’s face. “I, uh...Henry Cawfield. I’m Edward’s physician. I’m sorry, you said that you’re Alexander Kingston?” His eyes trailed down Alexander's body, clearly baffled by the fact that he was standing on two legs and not sitting in his infamous wheelchair. “It’s true, Henry,” Evelyn spoke out. “Thank you again for coming to speak with me.” “Of course, as always, I’ll keep you posted on Edward’s progress. Please let me know how that serum works for you once it’s completed,” he said with an attractive smile.

He supported his weight with his elbow while his other hand curled round her waist. "You shouldn't worry about her." He assured her. "I only treat her as family because she's my late uncle's chosen mate. I respect her because of him." "And what about Celia?" Aurora asked quietly. "Was she one of your mistress?" Henry's brows furrowed with confusion. "No. Of course not. I don't even feel the slightest attraction for her. Why would you say that?" "Because of the way she hugged you." Aurora shrugged. "I thought you once had something to do with her."

“Excuse me? I think I misheard you the first time.” “Do you think I am impotent? I have a daughter and Mister Douglas will take her here as we speak.” Francis laughed nervously thinking that this was all a joke. A hallucination brought by his medications and long sleep. But it was not a joke. The man requested to phone Douglas to prove that he was not making stories up. Mister Douglas, is his butler, serving a long time now in the family, who stood to be like Henry’s second father. He is efficient and very reliable and Henry trusts both of them like family. But upon seeing the seriousness in Henry’s face and the gravity of the situation---as Alexis was after the title and the pack and he wil

That’s when I notice that I have stopped, and I’m thinking about walking back. “Hi, Henry,” Valerie smiles at the man with salt and pepper hair. “Valerie,” he smiles back, his eyes on me. “Princess Esther would like to help with surgery,” she says to him. “Princess Esther, this is Henry, a chief of the hospital.” “Uhm, she would like to help?” his eyebrows shoot up. “Yes,” Valerie says, a little firmer. “But, we have it all covered,” the man says in a clipped voice, his eyes on Valerie.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I ran. On getting to the cliff, I could clearly make out the features of the person standing on the cliff. It was a 5 '11 male with chestnut-colored hair. It was Henry, a beta werewolf and Veronica's older brother. I slowed my pace, trying to catch my breath as I approached him. "Henry, what are you doing here?" I called out, my voice rough with emotion. He turned around and grinned widely as though he was enjoying the sight of me panting heavily.

She knows that it is a year already but it seems the tragedy had passed in a matter of seconds. Henry who can't bear seeing the Lady cry started to cover Valeria in the cape that he is wearing. If you are going to look at them, Henry is like an eagle spreading his wings to protect its young from the sun's heat. Everyone was stunned at what they have witnessed. Pelird starts to wonder if the man in front of him is still their brother. On the other hand, Zion is proud of his brother. He realized that Henry has a talent for wooing girls too.

Family. She didn’t need to ask which side of the family. The knock came less than a minute later, too brisk to be polite, too insistent to ignore. Elara opened the door to find Clarisse Duval framed in the hallway like she owned it, silk scarf draped around her shoulders, perfume too expensive to be subtle. Beside her, Ava’s smile was practiced to perfection, her designer bag dangling like an afterthought. And behind them to Elara’s surprise stood Henry Duval. He looked older than she remembered, his once-imposing frame seeming a little more drawn in. His expression, however, was as warm as ever when his gaze found her.

Valentine stood motionlessly, looking at their departing figures, mouth ajar. A few hours ago, he was happy thinking that he would take her to his parent’s place, and now she walked away from him, holding another man’s hand. He was even more puzzled thinking what exactly happened to Carl Black, and who the hell that man called Daniel Brooke was. While he was dazing, Henry August came to him and tapped his shoulder, “Stay away from him and don’t ever think of Miss Holmes. Otherwise, your condition will be like Carl Black’s. Take this as advice.” Henry August strode out soon after dropping those words.

Even so, she had to accept. Clara only drank a few cups of beer and her head got misplaced, her eyes turned continually until she felt like vomiting everything in her stomach out. Ella was discussing with a guy, so Clara decided to go to the restroom herself. On getting there, she saw someone who looked like Henry walking past her with another lady. "Henry?" When Henry heard his name, he turned back and saw Clara. "Clara, you are here." He said with a smile. "Yeah...I just wanted to..." She didn't complete her words before she threw up, right where she was.

Henry grumbled under his breath as he walked over to the sofa and sat down, contemplating the previous occurrences in his mind. "Caleb, just you wait and see." Everyone else avoided Henry because of his gloomy countenance. "Why do you stand so far away? I've already returned. Serve me coffee now," Henry muttered irritably, startling the others into moving quickly. - In the evening, Caleb came to the institute as usual to pick up Ember. The man's slim figure reclined against the side of the car, merging in nicely with the evening sunset, like a really tranquil painting. It was so appealing.