Horrid Henry Sour Susan Novels & Stories

Yara suddenly choked on the onion ring that had just entered her throat. Adam looked at the empty glass in front of Yara, then handed her the glass containing half of his vanilla latte. Without hesitation, Yara drank it. Her throat was burning, and there was no way she could ignore it in the name of her pride. "I can tell my aunt that we are not suitable for dating, and in the end we decided to be friends." Yara smiled mischievously, what kind of friend had never communicated, what kind of friend threw curses at his best friend.

a voice called from the doorway. I didn't flinch. I shouldn't have. I stood up slowly, turning to see young Officer Henderson standing there, his face the color of spoiled milk. He was new, still possessed of that fragile idealism that this job usually crushed within six months. "Yes, Henderson?" I asked, my voice as cool as the morgue slabs I frequented. "The neighbors... they heard a struggle around midnight. They said the screaming stopped abruptly. We’ve got a perimeter, but we haven't found the weapon yet."

Those who had once fawned upon them turned away as fast as they could. When word spread, the industry snickered. Aron didn’t end it. He wanted them to watch it collapse. He had the news taken to the basement—where Susan was kept. Hearing of the ruin, Henry fainted. Lisa sagged to her knees. Half a lifetime’s work turned to grit. Susan only thought of herself. When she saw Aron, tears sprang. She crawled on her knees. “Aron, please let me out. I know I was wrong. I’m really terrified—bugs, rats— I can’t sleep.”

Their weekends would be spent at Pack house because Alpha Micheal and Luna Jane were so fond of the kids. It was a usual Friday night at the Pack house. Some new members were introduced to the pack as newborns. Including that good news that Simon was pregnant and Swift was surely happy for him. And like his kids, he made sure to provide everything for Simon as a gift this time. They were just free of their meeting, gathered at the dinner in the house. Only family members and Betas. One of the maids presented them with drinks. Swift was about to take a sip but right then Yan started to cry. And it was unusual because he usually was a calm child. Turns out Yon took his favorite toy and now it

"It doesn't matter who I am. Are you looking at that guy? Henry opened the door and went straight to the point. "None of your business!" After being found out, Susan felt embarrassed and hastily turned around and returned, locking the door. It turned out to be someone from this institute. Henry smiled. He had already photographed Susan some time ago. Now that he knew she worked at the institute, it would be even easier to investigate her background. Soon, his men had revealed all of the information regarding Susan. Susan's background was not wealthy at all. Otherwise, she would not require financial support to attend school, making it quite simple to investigate her information.

"If you are his bride, the herbs might not even work." I nodded. “Got it.” “Here, that stuff smelled vile, wash the taste out of your mouth with this.” Sáta smiled, handing me a cup of mead. “If I didn’t know better, I would think you are trying to get your leader drunk.” I smirked, taking the cup. “Maybe we are,” Hetha put in as she walked over. “She rises.” Sáta laughed. “Where did you guys go last night?” I asked her.

(Lily’s POV). "Anyway, Susan is paralyzed now. She can't move for life." The words sliced through the air like a blade, leaving me frozen in place. My hand shot up to cover my lips, disbelief flashing through me. Henry’s voice was harsh, almost accusatory, and his piercing gaze bore into me, demanding answers I wasn’t ready to give. I stumbled for words, my voice weak. “Susan… She’s… what?” Henry’s fists clenched at his sides, his expression stormy.

By the time they got to Henry’s house, it was mid- morning. Henry was surprised to see him but agreed to take him to town. Sue’s warning had proven true. His suit was crumpled up so he had to go to the backdoor of his house and change. Horses were dirty animals. He shuddered as he contemplated riding Emma Lou and trying to rope cattle. He went to the restaurant and got caviar, crackers and a bucket of ice to keep the caviar fresh. When he returned to Henry’s house, Sue was having a good conversation with Henry’s wife and children. He marveled that the same woman who could barge into a bank and disrupt business or run through a church right before a wedding and threaten the poor seams

Then, she got down on her hands and knees and shoved them one by one through the crack of my door, trying to cover up the smell of death. The white mothballs rolled into the room and stopped beside my corpse. "Mom, that's not the smell of garbage. That's the smell of your daughter rotting." Did she not suspect anything at all? If she just opened the door and looked, just once, she would finally see. However, she did not. Mom dusted off her hands, looking pleased with herself. Just then, the delivery guy downstairs shouted up, "Layla! You've got mail!" Mom went down to get it and came back with a thick envelope stamped with the City Culinary Association’s logo.

May 15, 1810 What a lovely surprise I had today!My dear childhood friend Henry Fitzroy showed up out of the blue to pay me a visit.I have not seen him since my wedding 15 years ago after which he and his wife had left to travel the world, much like Abigail and Arthur had done.Mathilda has taken ill and could not accompany him but both Charles and I sent our warmest regards to her. One thing about his visit gave me food for thought.He said that Fallon scares him and that scares me.Henry has always been an excellent judge of character and for him to say such a thing about a child no less is not to be taken lightly.