Henry Huggins Novels & Stories

, i giggle, kissing both on their foreheads. I get them ready to start our day, and we all head out. After i drop everyone at school, i stop by Henry's bakery to get some donuts and a coffee. As i enter the bakery, i see him on the counter, serving an old lady. I wave at him happily, but i am confused as to why i don't get the same reaction back. I don't remember having a fall out with him. As is my turn to order, i greet him again. "Goodmorning, Henry!" i smile widely, all joyful and bouncy, as always. But something is clearly wrong. He starts sweating and avoids eye contact as much as he can.

I give a meek reply, my voice barely reaching the other side. I feel a tinge of disappointment as Henry opens the door with an inviting smile. I attempt to mimic his actions, but my lips refuse to cooperate. "We're ready for you," he says calmly. I stare at his form, in a formal white shirt, and black pants, Henry is quite a character. A few strands of his whitish hair tickle his forehead as he stares at me. He looks like a businessman, preparing to convince his associates on a new deal. My focus quickly averts to the object sticking out of his black pocket.

Sometimes I wonder if Rowan was sent to drive me crazy. Unfortunately, Henry Cruzan is blocking the doorway. My jaw pops as I wait for him to move out of my way. I’m not really in the mood to deal with Henry. Not after having to deal with his friend Travis. Henry is a first-class douche bag. Henry’s a stereotypical jock. He takes great pleasure in picking on the weak and throwing his weight around.

Kosslyn, who was very caring and kind-hearted, specially put some toys for him inside the room. At the head of Henry’s bed, there was a round cushion with the pattern of Captain America’s shield. And on the table, there were several models of Marvel characters. Henry was holding an Iron Man model in his hands. He was so fond of it that he couldn’t tear himself away from it. At this moment, he was smiling happily, looking totally different from what he was when he had just been saved from the river. “Uncle, are you Aunt Estelle’s boyfriend? You are so handsome!” he said politely.

“Johnny get your wrinkly self over here, your stupid bell is not working again!” Icahbod frowed. “Is a woman bearing the name Johnny in this century?” “No, why would you ask that?” “You said we were coming to meet a woman.” “Oh yea, he is the one who will bring her to us, she is his daughter but you have to see the father first.” “Oh, ok.” Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter.

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.

He debunked her claims. Henry was somewhere else in the campus, totally disenchanted with learning for that day. He was the type that was inclined in school, his parents where wealthy and he honestly did not really need school to earn a living. Henry always say behind the lecture halls, most of the time listening to music on his ear buds, since they were tiny enough and no one would even notice that there was anything inside his ears.

“Henry Stanford? I’ve met him before, actually.” The man’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Really? That’s interesting. Henry was quite the character. A bit strange, but he had a certain charisma when he wanted to. He was definitely smart and a ruthless businessman. But he’s been out of the public eye for a while now.” I tried to sound jus casual. “I’ve heard he’s been somewhat reclusive. What was he like when you knew him?”

✨✨✨✨✨ Russell I drove to the small grocery outlet in town, parked the car, and headed inside. The place looked more prominent than the last time I was here. Indeed, this place was remodeled. No wonder it was closed off last year. "Hey, Patty!" I greeted an elderly lady at the register. She had worked here for as long as I could remember. "Hi, honey. It's good to see you back home. I hear you brought home a hottie with you. When can we meet her?" She says, making me lower my head to cover my blush as I chuckled.

a deep male voice asked. “Detective Anderson, this is Dr. Hanson at the hospital,” Henni said as she laughed that he had not saved her contact info. That was not surprising, but most people did have her saved as a contact so she could help them if she could. She often got phone calls to help with cases she was not working on. “Oh! Hello Doctor. I am so sorry this new case is kind of overwhelming right now. What can I help you with?” Max said as he sighed.