Horrid Henry Audio Books Novels & Stories

Henry crawled on the ground, trembling hands pointing at Oliver. "Father, if you're not afraid of being haunted by vengeful spirits at midnight, then why should I be afraid of going to hell?" Oliver didn't care at all. "You bastard! You bastard, how did I give birth to a bastard like you! If I knew, I would've strangled you to death when you were born!" Henry pounded his chest and stamped his feet. Oliver was full of confidence, while Henry was miserably old. However, not a single person present felt sorry for Henry.

Henry cleared his throat, humming as a sign that what Tania heard was not wrong. "Yeah, no idea at all," continued Henry who looked down curiously at the book, "Ayah? Is that book a good one to read? " "I have one at home," you can try to read it later, Tania almost said. "Just so you know, Andrea Hirata's works are all cool, and-" before the chatter was over, Henry had disappeared from Tania's side. The woman gaped in confusion, looking here and there for her new friend who suddenly vanished into thin air.

Silence stretched across the line. After a long pause, Henry's voice finally came, squeezed through clenched teeth, trembling despite his effort to suppress it. "Audrey… come back to me." I chuckled softly and hung up. Leisurely, I packed my things, checked out, and bought the next available flight. Returning to that prison they call "home," I found Henry sitting in the living room, his expression dark. On the coffee table in front of him lay a pile of premium burn and scar ointments.

Henry shouted as soon as he heard that someone was looking for a teenage patient that just recently checked in " Yes a boy was found in a room just this morning" " What !? Thank Goodness, how is he ?" "his face, his chest, everywhere is just peeling and fading into nothingness " Dr. Henry responded his voice still shaking in the horror of what he witnessed May gasped and let out a loud cry "where is he now !? I'll be right there " "No need..." the phone cuts "ugh damn it, there's nothing she or any of us can do about him or whatever that thing is" _____

Their agreement didn't mean others would agree. In the morning, Margaret went out to buy some things. When she returned, she saw Henry standing motionless in front of the window, clutching a large envelope. Sensing something amiss, she softly called, "Henry?" As she approached, he suddenly clutched his chest in apparent distress. Before she could even think to get his medication, he collapsed. On the ambulance, Henry Parker briefly regained consciousness, gripping Margaret's hand and speaking in broken sentences, "Their family... too oppressive, Lily... it's not right."

Jared asked, as the constant mention of Henry brought him back to reality from his world of thought. "Henry went to see his mother so he would know what year she destroyed the darkhold. One of the most powerful magical books of all time. It's said that as you practice spells from it, it constantly feeds on your soul and possess it, making you crave for more and more power," Alfred replied.

In fact, just the thought alone was enough to have my blood boiling hot as my fists clenched automatically at my sides. “You better do it right! At least you have something to munch on while you wait, as for me… I have nothing.” Henry spat angrily, his tone still calm as ever. “I so regret killing off that bastard that night! I should’ve waited, just a little bit! But at least… I have his recorded screams to play at night, that is a consolation” “Hmm,” I hummed in agreement, already imaging just how much damage that bastard Drake could have gotten to his body before been sent off to hell on that new year’s night.

She closed the door between them with a soft, final click and leaned against it, panting breathlessly. On the other side, Henry answered the call, voice rough with frustration. “What?” The voice on the other line was low but sounded dangerous, he listened impatiently. Then suddenly his eyes went wide and mouth actually fell open in shock. “What the fuck?”

Instinctively I scurried away from Aaron. Henry side-eyed me and chuckled, ”Can't you restrict your wolf hearing?” I asked. “Don't worry, I didn't hear anything too serious” he said making hearts with his hands and imitating a beating one. I rolled my eyes, “Tell me what?” “Go on, lad.” “Shut up, Henry” “Go onnnnn” he stressed. When it seemed like nothing was coming forth, Henry sighed. “I guess, I'll tell you myself then. Mr. Moody over here, has had me lacing your drink”