Henry Emily And William Afton Novels & Stories

“I’ve witnessed Finn saying horrible things about Henry to Theodor, poisoning the boy against him.” “What kind of things?” I asked, my curiosity now tinged with indignation. “That Henry wanted to steal everything from him, even Theo’s affection,” she said, shaking her head in disapproval. “And, unbelievably, he even accused his own wife, Emma, of having an affair with Mr. Henry.” The cook dropped her spoon with a loud clatter on the counter. “That’s ridiculous. Mr. Henry is an honorable man. He would never get involved with his brother’s wife. He’s strict, yes, but he has principles.”

Here are the things I would like to clarify; Firstly, I would like to take this opportunity to address some issues about the book. For those who think Henry suddenly wants Gwen back because of what Emily did to him then you’re all wrong. I need to clarify that Henry had feelings for Gwen before the incident with Emily, and his interest in her was not a result of Emily's actions. Before discovering Emily's secret, Henry was already drawn to Gwen.

Especially if it means that he will get the added pleasure of tormenting me at the same time as he does it to himself! While reclining in her chair, Emily spoke in a resolute tone, "I propose we murder him." "What? "Henry inquired as he quickly turned around to look at the young vampire seated in the backseat. Emily responded sarcastically, "Please" to the question, "as if the two of you have never considered doing so. She spoke in a tone that suggested she was entirely serious when she said, "I say, we rescue this Liberty and Alfie and stake the old bastard before he can do any more damage."

“Who told you that?” “My sister,” Herry said. “This afternoon, they were talking in the room. I heard them say you were having an affair, living with a man, cooking and washing for him, staying at the Hilton. Or something like that.” Emily put down the tomato she was holding and walked over. “How do they know about this?” “I don’t know.” Herry frowned, looking doubtful. “Are you really having an affair?” Emily bit her lip, unsure how to answer. “But I don’t believe it,” Herry said confidently. “I know you pretty well. You’re more old-fashioned than my dad. You wouldn’t have an affair.”

Emily continued her accusatory speech. "Are you not her friend? You should have advised her against running away." Henry bit out. He could not stop himself. He wondered if Emily was actually the mastermind behind Zoe's leaving. "You are a beast," Emily continued. "You act like you know everything even when in reality, you know nothing." "Okay then, my little friend," Henry's cold demeanour was back. "Tell me exactly what I do not know." Emily opened her phone and clicked on a picture, holding it up to Henry’s face. It was the picture of Zoe’s pregnancy scan of the baby in her womb.

"So, can you tell me how this case came to be?" "Emily was previously handling a case," I started. "A case of one of the most notorious men in California. At first, Emily didn't want to take the job, but Chief Ramos kept insisting she should. I guess that's what angered the criminal to come after her. Since then, we haven't found Emily. We don't know if she's alive or dead." "This notorious man, what's his name?" "They call him Matteo Romenetti." He nodded his head. "I've heard that name before."

Emile pursed her lips and lifted her chin arrogantly. Christopher watched in wonder as he saw Emile transforming from the mature woman he knew into a wilful spoilt child. He still liked her all the same, no matter how she changed, as long as it was her, he liked it. “That bastard hurt you, didn’t he?” Henry’s eyes narrowed as he emitted a bone chilling aura.

If not for Aiden’s grip, I would have collapsed right there. I want to look away. I want to scream, to run, but all I can do is watch as Henry steps back, panting with exertion. He’s drenched in blood, his face twisted with madness. A deep gash cuts across his cheek, but it’s the insanity in his eyes that haunts me most. He looks down at his sub. Who he just murdered. Emma is dead. There’s no doubt in my mind. No one could survive a beating like that. No one could endure that much bloodshed and still live to tell the tale.

He liked the way she looked upon him as if he were the most gallant man in the world. At that moment, the front door swung open and his uncle and aunt stood on the other side. The passionate mood quickly disappeared. “You are back!” Henry cheered as he stepped outside and gave Emiline a hug. “Oh child, we thought something horrid had happened to you.” Gabe narrowed his gaze on his uncle. Why was he acting this way toward Miss Emmie? From over his uncle’s shoulder, Emiline looked at him with confusion in her eyes. Aunt Martha stood in back of Henry clasping her hands against her middle, her eyes moist and appearing as if she was ready to cry.

Anita hesitated and Emily could feel the other girl glaring at her not to breathe a word. “Well.” Emily implored. “He went to town to buy something that's all I know.” Anita hurried to say. Emily got the impression that that was not all she knew but left it at that. “I suppose you know why he is asking for this dinner?” “It's a special dinner milady your husband wants you to enjoy today,” Henrietta spoke. “Hmm,” Emily murmured and leaned forward to her knees, allowing them to wash her hair thoroughly. Strangely enough, talking to them had taken away her anxiety. She was no longer frantic, but that didn't mean she could pride herself at containing her emotions in. It was hanging on the very