William X Henry Novels & Stories

Her Dad was especially brutal in his leadership. William "Wild Bill" Carter made his bones at the tender age of fourteen. He earned his handle because of his ruthless nature and cunning intellect, and standing at six foot five of lethal muscle Wild Bill had challenged for President and won on his 18th birthday. He had ruled with an iron fist ever since.

Henry snorted, "The security in B City is slipping. Take now, for example; many things have happened. You still want to be police chief, don’t you?" William fumbled hearing Henry snort. 'Of course, I still want to be police chief! Who doesn't?' However, William dared not answer Henry that way; his body was stiffened. "It's true, much has happened lately. I'll have a meeting to get this issue resolved!" Henry's body stiffened, his eyes cold while his towering silhouette emanated a frigid air. William felt out of luck; he never imagined there to be so many things happening around Henry. William felt devastated, but still forced himself to smile.

He stepped aside, the surrender almost imperceptible, but Xavier caught it—the faint retreat in the clench of his jaw. "Wait here," William muttered, lacing his tone as he turned back into the shadows of his grand home. Xavier's lips curled into a semblance of a smile, not a hint of warmth reaching his eyes. Behind him, the city slept, unaware of the storm brewing within the walls of the Jackson residence.

- In the living room, Jasper received a call from William, who announced, "I've made up my mind. I want Renee Whitley and nothing else!" Whether it was his masculine need for conquest, or that he had really fallen in love with Renee at first sight and couldn't stop himself, he was refusing money either way. Jasper frowned as he warned, "The resort rakes in over a billion a year. Are you sure about this?" "I am William Xavier," the other man snorted right then. "I don't lack money, and I have no interest in power—those are mere possessions, and I don't want them."

Dad was forced to marry her in exchange to save their company from going bankrupt. Julian Adam, or my dad, is an amazing investor, and the best company to supply all kinds of needs to ships and vessels. He's opened three more sights since then, making it into a bigger company. His main warehouse is in San Pedro, California where most vessels arrive. It has given mom the lavish life that she likes; filled with expensive cars, designer clothes, the house of her dreams, and a fancy lavish life.

Dean never thought that the Sean Williams he knew and the Sean Williams, the President of the foundation that he was supposed to meet two days ago, are the same person. Yes, they had the same name, but he just thought it's still common to have the same name. And besides, all he knows is that the Sean he knew was Henry’s son, not Stuart’s.

William said. Xander nodded but didn't say anything. He only wanted to meet with him. William was the only family member he was close to, but that too was in the past. Still, he loved him and felt at ease in his presence. However, his egoistic nature prevented him from confessing it. "Okay, it's time for me to play with my great-grandchildren." William said before standing up and heading to the back door. However, he came to a halt and turned around.

My dad shook Wyatt’s hand. “It was no problem, I understood that it was to keep everyone safe. My parents had told me that a witch spoke of the future and that I needed to keep Remi safe for it to come to pass, but they never told me of that future. I’m glad that I was able to keep everyone safe and keep the agreement with you intact.”

However, sentiment had no place in the meeting they were about to have. They were preparing to face Mr. Henry Williams, William's father. Henry was not involved in the day-to-day operations like his wife, Evelyn, but he held the ultimate veto power over major financial and legal decisions, including the prenuptial agreement. He was a man defined by prudence, stability, and an unwavering respect for the bottom line. Where Evelyn was volatile, Henry was granite.

Henry sat in front of him, small and bright-eyed, gripping a wooden toy with the determination of someone who believed it was the most important object in the world. William noticed me almost instantly. His expression changed the moment he saw me. Softened. Like it always did now. “There she is,” he said quietly. Henry immediately turned and reached for me. I crossed the room and lifted him into my arms without hesitation, pressing a kiss to his soft hair. William sighed dramatically. “I see where I rank.” “Very low,” I said lightly. “Unacceptable.” Henry grabbed a fistful of my hair as if to prove his loyalty. William pointed at him. “You see? No respect in this household.”