Henrywinter Stories

"The madness of love is the greatest of heaven's blessings" - Plato Henry Winter x fem. oc !not my original characters except my oc! obviously the story is ba...

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

A series of imagines/one shots based on The Secret History, mostly involving Henry Winter. Ut Pulvis Omnia Reditus (Everything Returns To Dust) What happened directly a...

just some imagined moments from the secret history

What if bunny was there the night the farmers was killed? What if bunny also reached devine state? What if bunny went further? What if he was kissed by

" The museum building was large and elegant. It jutted out of the ground like some grand hindrance in a hero's journey. The pillars loomed large and white against t...

"uh...H-henry pal, do you mind if you,uh could you help..." Bunny was stuck.

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 wi...

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞, 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳...

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...

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 woul...

With a hole in the roof and a teacher out of town, Richard has to get saved by dear old Henry for winter break- Same as how the story goes. However, things go a bit diff...

"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 g...

Marcella, a girl eager to escape from her mother's grasp and the imprisonment of her hometown seeks a college far enough away but still allows her to stay in touch with...

"For what it's worth, Henry, you have nothing to prove to me." "And when it all falls apart?" "I'll be there."

❝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...

her fleeting mind is his fatality { HENRY WINTER.} ©havenscars2021