Moody Margaret From Horrid Henry Novels & Stories

So I went to the break room and found Margaret. "Sam, good morning!" Margaret greeted me with her usual effusive manner, and I gave her a weak smile. "What's wrong, girl?" "Nothing, dear Margaret, just had a rough night," I replied, trying to convince her. "I don't know about that. Are you sure Henry didn't do something?" Margaret asked suspiciously. "Why do you say that?" I looked at her, confused. "Because you have the same heartbroken look as Catherine." Margaret saw through me.

He seemed to want me to be angry with Henry. “Henry's job is to interrogate renegades who dare to set foot on our territory, Maddox,” I reminded him. But the indignation on his face told me he wouldn't accept that logic. “I know, but she's my mate,” Maddox replied, his voice thick with defensiveness. “Tell me about her, Maddox,” I said, leaning back in my swivel chair. Maddox sat down on the loveseat across from my desk. “Henry captured her yesterday,” Maddox began.

“Get out of my, NOW! Before I call the police for defamation and trespassing!” My chest was rising and falling rapidly. I could hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. But I kept my stance. I wasn’t going to back down. Not out of fear. Not out of shame. Not when I was speaking the truth. That’s when Margareth’s voice, low and choked, came from behind him. “Henry…” She looked at me with tear-filled eyes, her trembling hands clutching the hem of her dress. “How could you come here… to our home… and say such horrible things?”

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”

"He should have a pot of money waiting for him if Kelso did the right thing by him. His mother had money, too. All the Selby property came to her, through her grandfather. Her grandfather hated Kelso, thought him a mean dog. He was, too. Came to Madrid once when I was there. Egad, I was ashamed of him. The Queen used to ask me about the English noble who was always quarrelling with the cabmen about their fares. They made quite a story of it. I didn't dare show my face at Court for a month. I hope he treated his grandson better than he did the jarvies." "I don't know," answered Lord Henry. "I fancy that the boy will be well off. He is not of age yet. He has Selby, I know. He told me so. And .

“So, what is it? Do you want to rekindle our old relationship with me?” Margaret whistled lightly, successfully making Henry’s face flush red. He glared at her furiously, his breathing growing uneven as he practically snarled, “What the hell? Who do you think you are?” He let out a mocking laugh before pulling the girl beside him even closer. “Don’t flatter yourself like that. There are plenty of girls far prettier and more attractive than you.” “Stop acting like you’re the best.” That girl also played along, wrapping her arms around Henry and offering Margaret a gentle yet provocative smile.

“Margaret wants to strangle her…” Apparently, they plan on going to jail by morning…” Adrian replied, settling down beside Alex. “Where’s Uncle Fredrick?” “There…” Alex gestures to table a few feet from them. Without hesitation, Margaret stormed through the hall, making her way directly to the table where her brother sat. “You stay mad at me forever. I am your mother…” “No, you’re not!” Margaret interjected her, right in the middle of her sentence. “His mother’s name is Abigail McGregor.”