Henry Winter had always been an imposing, emotionless figure. But all is bound to change when a girl who reminds him of a lost sheep transfers into his precious Ancient Greek class. Will he pause his plans for her or will his murderous urges be too strong?

Short story I wrote two or three years ago. Somehow i still like it. Henry Winter and an OC.

wish upon a star to free you from his evil the secret history henry winter || oc agoniamia

After being accepted into the Classics program at Hampden College, Blaire Carlisle is thrust into the life she has dreamed of having. That is until a series of events quickly leads to twisted lies and a string of murders. [Henry Winters X OC] ---- All characters besides the one(s) I created belong to Donna Tart as well as the story of The Secret History.

A series of imagines/one shots based on The Secret History, mostly involving Henry Winter. To Indeed Be A God A drowsy morning at the country house with Henry involves a row around the lake, a breakfast picnic, and falling asleep in the boat. No Such Thing As Ghosts An affair with Henry Winter culminates in a secret meeting in a graveyard during the first snow of winter - with an unwanted guest. Ut Pulvis Omnia Reditus (Everything Returns To Dust) What happened directly after the tragic end of a core member of the Greek class? See it all from the eyes of an important observer - the partner of Mr Henry Winter.

"You'll be the ruin of me, won't you?" "Yes. Does that frighten you?" "It excites me" In which a young glamorous aspiring politician who goes by her infamous nickname "Dionysus" for her reckless behavior catches the eyes and heart of Henry Winter Henry Winter x oc

I don't remember much from high school. I found most classes boring aside from history and science. One of my favorite lessons pertained to the sun. My teacher informed us the sun is ten thousand degrees. I tried to picture it but couldn't considering mere hundred degree weather feels like the hottest kind of sweltering. I found comfort in knowing nothing on earth could burn as bright as our neighboring star- until I met the grecophiles that is. They were like planets in a solar system, much larger than earth with an unimaginable gravitation pull. All centered around and shining being who kept them in line. I was intrigued- and into the orbit I fell.

Henry Winter had almost been slightly empty throughout his life. That was until he met a girl almost equally as empty - or missing something. He just didn't know he would fall thoroughly, irreversibly in love with her. [This story will contain topics of suicide, self harm, eating disorders, grooming, murder, rape and domestic abuse. If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please don't read. Also all characters except Margots family and James, and most story points are Donna Tartt's.]

A book of short stories about Henry and Lilith. Not a sequel, but connected to my previous book "The Madness Of Love". Henry Winter x fem. oc (Some of these will be from Richard's point of view, some of them from third person's point of view.)

❝Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry I'm setting off, but not without my muse❞ Henry always liked to take care of flowers, and Liliana Alarie was one flower that he would take care of for forever.