Young Henry Cavill Novels & Stories

Did he kill someone? She gulped and her eyes ended up on the figure opening the door and he was one foot out. His hair was a mess...more like, he in his entirety was a hairy mess. She had never seen anyone with this much hair other than... Tom Selleck, Sean Connery,... And boy did she adore them! She gulped. The hair hid the scars in his body almost pretty well. And those biceps and triceps, pecs and abs... D*mn! Now I see! Henry Cavill – that's who he resembles!

I blurt out without shame. But Henry Cavill is indeed hot. "Better not let Don hear you say that." I smile at Landon. "Don already knows. If Henry Cavill is sex on the beach, Don Wolfe is a god." "Okay, nope, I don't want to hear any more of you and Don's sex life." I chuckle and sit back beside Solomon, who is swiping his tablet. "You seem calm when you almost try to kill Landon," I tell him. "If I get my mind off killing that bastard, then yeah, I'm calm." He's calm but still

I watched as he just stood there staring out the window for a few minutes. ‘Henry Cavill!’ I thought after pondering who he reminded me of. It was the actor Henry Cavill. He looked like a younger version. His strong jawline was dressed in a 5 o’clock shadow. It was strange how quickly I started imagining him without it. Just like the actor when he played Superman. All he needed was a red cape and he’d transform from Clark Kent to the flying alien. I almost smiled at his similar messy hair. It was dark with short, big curls. Even with the 5 o’clock shadow adding to his age, that hair would probably keep him looking boyishly young forever.

She stared at Sebastian without blinking and said, “Can you repeat your words? Whose brother did you say he was?” “How can you not recognize your own brother?” Sebastian glanced at her in disdain and continued, “Well, my daddy does look completely different than before.” “How are you so sure that he’s your daddy?” “Are you kidding? I’m not blind, I can still recognize my own dad.” Was he saying she was blind? At this moment, the subordinates she had sent to investigate Henry’s identity returned. “Director Zachary, we found out that Henry isn’t someone from Country M. He was sent to Chester Manor two years ago, and the person who sent him there was Summer Gabriel.”

Grace was studying her tablet with great concentration. Evelyn didn't say anything. She resumed eating. Then a voice called out from behind me. "Adrian Whitmore. You look exactly like your father, and that is both a compliment and a warning." I turned and felt a grin spread across my face. Laurence Cavill was standing at the edge of the booth. Broad-shouldered, late fifties, close-cropped silver hair, deep brown skin, and a presence that made the room feel smaller just by standing in it. Navy blazer, open-collared white shirt, no tie. His handshake, when I stood to take it, was firm enough to remind you that he'd started his career loading cargo in Bridgetown before he'd ever seen the inside

Director Henry was standing in the hallway directing the staff. Seeing Anne Jenner, he waved: "You stay here and wait, when I say start, you come out from here, remember, this scene is the first time you meet Conrad William, your eyes must change like I just fell in love, you know?" "Yes." Anne Jenner nodded. Then he saw across the corridor, Conrad William wearing a white shirt and black trousers walking over, because of the script, his hair was shaped a bit messy, his face had an arrogant expression. He went into the interrogation room, jumped in front of Anne Jenner with a smile, and immediately broke that arrogant aura.

TRISTAN'S POV “Remember, no shots fired until I say so, boys. How are we feeling?” “Good, bouncy even.” It was Cavill that replied first, and I understood perfectly why. He was trying to impress, but I didn't mind. All I wanted was for him to do a good job. Henry only nodded, cradling his revolver. He was frowning as usual, and I wanted him to do whatever he thought was best for him. I only wanted him to function as well as he usually did, nothing more.

But instead of reaching out to hold it, he kept staring at her, placing his fist under his chin. She felt a little uneasy. This man was smoking hot! But he also seemed a certified Asshole. Gosh! She needed him. He was her only hope. With a fake, over bright smile, she sat in front of him, “Listen Henry!” When she called his name he eyed her as if she had gone crazy. The man did look like the movie star, Henry Cavil. But she did not want to offend him by telling him that. “Molly must have told you about my need to marry someone.”

“Have you got anything on them?” “We have, Boss. The man in the middle is James Caden. He just arrived in Cansington. Our information says he was recently decommissioned from the military in the Southern Plains. Yet, he doesn’t have a high ranking and remains only a foot soldier. He’s currently the son-in-law of the Callahans.” “The man beside him is Henry. He opened a clinic in Cansington.” “We haven’t found anything on the woman. She could be an illegal immigrant into Cansington.”

“Didn’t think I would see the day where I would sit on your lap and gaze upon your face. Smiling and happy. I missed you so much, Harry.” There was an ache in his expression despite him keeping a wide smile. He nodded and kiss her forehead. Letting his warm lips lingers on her forehead. His body was so warm and with little droplets on his skin, it made him super irresistible. Harry was kinda a hairy man. With chest hair that runs down to his navel, he was her wet dream coming true. It made him look even manlier. Though he held the face of her favorite supermodel, he held the body of her favorite superhero. Even so, Henry Cavil has nothing over Harrison Walton.