Horrid Henry Sour Susan Novels & Stories

she asked gently, reaching out to touch Susan's hair. Susan's glare cut through Helen's concern. "Did you just ask me that? I almost died!" she snapped in frustration. Helen scoffed, unfazed by Susan's outburst. "You should be grateful I saved your ass," she retorted, her arms folding across her chest. "Besides, what did you do?" “I... I... stabbed him with the silver mystical dagger," Susan confessed, her voice trembling with guilt. Helen gasped in shock, taking a step back. "You did what? Where did you get that?" she demanded, her disbelief evident.

Even the spectators could tell that something was not right, and they started whispering among themselves. “What’s going on? Look at how nervous Miss Sunder is. She doesn’t look like she can create the medicine at all. I feel like I can do a better job than her.” “That’s right. I think it’s all a bluff, and she doesn’t actually know anything.” Henry heard their discussion. His eyes were full of annoyance again. When he heard the apparatus falling on the floor once more, he finally lost his patience. He grabbed Violet’s hand and roared, “Do you know how to make the last dose or not?!”

He asked, “ Lok, you know I would never joke with stuff like this, Adams. I was grinding back to the office, and I bumped into your wife's best friend. Uh….I can't really recall her name again. The blonde one “ I blinked at him..” Sasha?” I knew Sienna had just one friend, which was Sasha, and she was definitely blonde. “ Okay….so? What is this about?” Henry stared at me for a few moments, and then he said, “Here's the thing. What are the odds that the two kids I saw with her a few minutes ago are yours? And before you say I am crazy or whatnot, you should know that I do have a keen eye. They looked so much like you and I wish I had taken a picture of them.”

“I’m a level-headed person, madam. You must be mistaken.” She didn’t buy my poppycock and stretched her hand for a formal introduction. “Susan William. I’m also from lycan’s pack.” Was Susan a Carver’s pack member? Blimey! It would be rude to shoo her away, so I entertained her with a polite smile and grabbed her hand. “I’m Helena Hensley. Nice to see you, Susan.” Although I was expecting her extreme body temperature like Carver, she was normal. However, a chill ran down my spine, as if a bucket of cold water poured over me.

It was meant to be memorable but they were going to turn it into a thing of fun to suit their madness. "Henry and Susan would be so proud," Dr. Grant said with satisfaction. "Henry, yes, because he was a sick bastard. Susan, no. She loved her daughter and I'm certain she also would have loved her granddaughter. This madness would have been too much for her to witness." Henry was Venita's father's name while Susan was the mother's name.

However, the woman did not realize that currently Margareth and Megan were visiting her because Andrew did not answer phone calls. Megan almost completely passed out at this point after learning that her husband, David Gray, was poisoned. The man was poisoned by the apple pie he had this afternoon and it was Megan's. Of course the woman turned very panicked and tried to contact her son to come immediately. However, Andrew did not pick up the phone calls at all. "This is really the best food I've tasted today," Olivia said smiling softly after finishing the appetizer. This time, Marco had returned to the second floor with a main meal and sweets for the two of them.

Susan’s tone dripped with disdain as she leveled a withering glare at Henry, her voice tinged with a hint of anger. Henry chuckled softly. “You and I know I’m not supposed to be here, but I can’t exactly leave you alone after all that’s happened. After all, it’s partly my fault you’re in this condition,” he explained. Rolling her eyes at his half-hearted explanation, Susan’s skepticism shone through as she regarded him with a steely gaze. “Don’t play games with me, Henry. I know you’re not here out of the goodness of your heart. You’re probably here to try and convince me not to press charges against your precious wife for attempted murder.” Her words dripped with sarcasm. “Just so you know,

“What are you doing?!” Susan appeared suddenly, eyes wide as she spotted the flames. She shoved me hard. The brazier tipped, burning coals scattering across the ground. One landed on my arm with a searing hiss. “Ah!” I gasped, clutching the red welt blistering on my skin. “Those are my things, aren’t they?!” she accused, her voice shrill with triumph. “You don’t want me here, just say it! Why burn my things?” “What’s happening?” Henry’s voice thundered down the hall. He rushed in—only to shield Susan behind him first. “Are you hurt?”

Henry stuttered, His mom's face scrunched up in disapproval. "Which friend? Did I ask you to bring a friend to your father's burial? Don't you have respect for a lady? Is this how you'll continue? Even at your dad's burial, you still have the guts to bring a slut? Who knows if this is why you haven't met your mate?" she lashed out, leaving me unsure whether to feel happy or sad at being called a slut while also being worried for his mate. "Mum! Not her, for goodness sake! She's my mate, not a slut!" Henry exclaimed, and I looked up at him in shock. Did he just claim me as his mate?

“Don’t worry about them. The worst they can do is glare.” “Those eyes are deadly though.” He shivered. “Tell me about it.” I went into the bathroom to change, and by the time I got out, the kids were already dressed and ready to go. “That was fast,” I walked out a bit more and saw Susanna talking to Henry. So Susanna happened. She was in a long-sleeved purple dress and her pixie cut glowed this time. Her eyes beamed when she saw me and I went to her, adjusting the white crop top and slim blue jeans I wore.