William Afton X Henry Mga Nobela at Kwento

He motioned again for me to follow him. “Please read and walk, Ms. Walton. We have to meet the housekeepers," he explained. For an old man, Thomas sure was quick. How did he get so far ahead of me so quickly? I tried my best to balance the book in my hands while I hurried to catch up to him. Luckily, I didn’t have to flip too many pages. Henry was one of Mr. Weston's “regulars” apparently. Age: 26 Occupation: Chef Personality: Passionate, creative, focused, friendly

“I used to love sailing.” “You sailed?” she asked, looking up at me with interest. “When I was a teenager,” I nodded. “Uncle Ashton had a little boat that he loved, and Henry and I used to take it out all the time.” “Henry was the cousin you lost in Afghanistan, wasn’t he?” “He was,” I nodded. “But not before he distinguished himself for bravery; he has a medal of honor.” “You must be proud,” she said, squeezing my hand. “I am,” I nodded.

At Sandusky they took the cars for Cincinnati. As they neared the Queen City, they noticed at one of the stations a tall, intelligent, but rather reckless-looking young man, who entered the cars and took a seat directly opposite them. There was something peculiarly attractive to Raymond in the confident, self-possessed manner of the stranger, and ere long he had, to use a Yankee expression, "scraped acquaintance" with him, and learned that his name was Henry [pg 079]Ashton, and that he too was on his way to Frankfort, where he resided. As the young man told his name, Raymond turned to Stanton and said, "I should think that you'd feel acquainted with this gentleman, you are so partial to his

"You think by finding a man you get to Don't forget. Your surname is Harrington. One day, you'll inherit this business and everything with it," "So you knew? Mattson was selling weapons to criminals and you didn't stop him?" Wade realized. "Stop him? Do I look like you, a fool who goes running around and getting into trouble, mixing up with dirty people. Drinking in bars and getting your fucking life taken away for something that's not worth it," Henry glared at his wounded leg.

Otherwise, Grandma wouldn't have allowed him to continue with his research. William had investigated Henry prior, and his findings revealed that Henry hadn't created any exceptionally useful drugs for humans. So, William hadn't thought much about him. For that reason, William also assumed whatever drugs Henry had administered to Julianne were a fluke. He believed Henry had caused Julianne's body to create the unique antibody in her blood by accident. But upon learning more about Henry, William's opinion of him had completely changed.

the old man gestured to William, as if to command him. When William heard this, his heart began to pound and he asked, "What is my father's left hand doing here?? Robert Henry Codrington?" Old Henry stared at William, who was more than ten meters away, for a long time, "I said, Stand up." After hearing this, William straightened up completely after getting up from his seat, and said, "Mister Henry, do you have any instructions for me?" While talking to old Henry, William glanced at the man behind him, William gulping his saliva as he wondered in his mind, "Robert Henry codrington and Alexander...what is this fateful day?"

I spared Ansel a quick glance but he ignored me and kept his head down. “How was your night Violet? Sleep well?” Henry leaned forward with his hands clasped together in front of him. “Uh- it was cold but I did sleep well. How are you? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?” I frowned inspecting his face and then his body. He looked fine and not like he was bedridden few days ago. “Well, they’ll have to use more than wolfsbane to hold me down, I’m made of steel.” He boasted. “No, you’re not.” Ansel said. His head was up and his eyes bored into Henry. He then turned to me with a cold gaze

The vampires he knew were not yet at the point of running out of spare blood to do that. Furthermore, because he had disguised the deaths of those two people, he was thinking that maybe someone else did it the same way he did. Before leaving, Henry put a box down in front of William. After hesitating for a long time, William dared to open it. Inside is a small cross that has been sprinkled with holy water by the priest. He was originally an atheist, but to protect himself, this was the only and most effective way. Until Samson and Harvey disappeared from the world, he was forced to carry this object with him.

The image flashed through my mind before I could stop it—Henry lying motionless in a pool of his own blood, unable to hurt another woman, unable to touch another person, unable to force his twisted beliefs onto anyone ever again. The thought was vicious. Violent. And for a second, I didn't hate it nearly as much as I should have. "God, you are so fucked in the head," Jax said with a chuckle, staring at him in complete disbelief. "I simply refuse to let the expectations of modern society dictate how I live," Henry replied, smoothing a hand down the front of his expensive suit. He actually looked proud of himself. "I am continuing the legacy of our ancestors." "Then you're following the wrong

He brushed past him without a word. “William,” Henry called after him, his voice sharp and accusing. “You’re really going to turn your back on this family for a woman?” William stopped and looked back. They were brothers and shared a certain resemblance, with sharp features and the same steady eyes. Henry, however, had taken after their father more. He was more than twenty years older, and faint lines had already formed at the corners of his eyes, giving him a heavier, more weathered look. “I just want a peaceful life,” William said quietly. “But you people won’t leave me alone.”