Velma Scooby-doo 1 Novels & Stories

The following morning, Velma woke up early. She had slept earlier the previous night so she was not sleepy any more. The moment she tried to move her body, she felt her bones cracking. There was an aching feeling at the lower part of her body and her back was burning. She could not help but release a painful moan. Albert was siting on the sofa playing with his son. He felt some noise and moved his gaze towards the bed, only to see Velma struggling to sit up while cursing softly under her breath.

Velma saw Debbie leave and a faint sneer of satisfaction crossed her face. She thought, "Mom, I'm sorry. I have to use your affection for Malcolm tonight." Velma turned around and glanced at Malcolm uneasily. When she met his cold gaze, she felt a little nervous. Malcolm was still sitting lazily and elegantly. He looked at her with a half-smile. Velma suddenly felt a little uneasy because she felt that he had seen through everything. She forced a smile and looked at Malcolm, saying, "Malcolm, I'm very sorry. I accidentally knocked over the soup my mother had been cooking for two hours.

Then Velma snorted with a devious smirk as she drove herself inside the property. She approached the kid, showing her charming practiced smile. "Hi, munchkin! Still, remember me?" Heather was startled by her sudden intrusion, making the kid drop her barbie doll off the ground. Velma instantly grabbed it before the kid could even get it. She had to fake it 'til she'd make it through their hearts. "Here you go, baby girl," she demurely handed her the toy. "Why are you here, Aunt Velma?" Heather stared at her quizzically; wondering why she unexpectedly showed up.