William Afton And Henry Emily Mga Nobela at Kwento

Henry told her darkly, and then added with an evil face, “That evidence which you kept with Marcella, I have retrieved them from her, do you think I am a fool to believe you, Emma? I have destroyed all the proof which could prove me Henry Ford, and soon David Cooper will also be considered dead. And then, then we will start our new life.” Henry’s eyes were filled with maliciousness and Emma looked at him with a poker face, the shock, and fear gone from her face. “You’re the most awful person, Henry… You will die a terrible death.” “For sure, I will…” Henry gave her a wide smirk and leaned back to rest while his eyes remained on her all the time.

"Did you finally break up with that damn bastard?” As for Henry, Emily had always despised and looked down on him. She had long warned Margaret that he was a hypocritical and unfaithful man, constantly urging her to leave him. But in the past, blinded by love, Margaret had never listened. “Not yet, but soon.” “Don’t worry, I’m not as foolish as I used to be. That bastard Henry cheated on me. I’ll make him pay a hundredfold.” Emily wasn’t too surprised to hear that.

I could still feel Henry's hands on my waist. "What do I do now?" I asked. "I don't know," Emily said. "But I think you're supposed to figure it out together." Together? I liked the sound of that. Even if it scared me. Even if I didn't know what it meant. Even if everything was moving too fast and I wasn't sure I could keep up. “Together.” I whispered to myself once more. *** "We were on the bed," I said weakly "Oh my God." Emily climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged beside me. She grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "You were kissing Henry Williams. Standing up. In our room. While I was gone for twenty minutes. TWENTY MINUTES, SILVER."

"It's not your fault, dad. You couldn't have known Emily would turn out to be so... hateful." "When she came to say she was sorry, I believed her. I was a fool who put his own daughter in danger. I tried to make you give her another chance... We don't know for sure if she's guilty yet, but my instincts won't stop screaming... I can't help remembering the look on her face the night you had that fist fight." Deep down, we both know Emily is capable of the crime. We know what Henry's result will be. "Thank Fate, she or whoever did it has failed, dad. I'll get my wolf tonight, and everything will be okay. You'll be here, right?"

Gwen. Henry kept to his promise, the very next day after I told him about the kids (Emily's sister and her baby) he went ahead to started looking for them. The search didn’t go for long and in about two days he found them while they were trying to leave the country. How she wanted to take a baby out of the country still bothers me. At first, Emily’s sister, whose name I later found out to be Riley, didn’t want to go anywhere with Henry’s men. But after they persuaded her and told her Emily sent them, she begrudgingly followed them.

In an almost disturbingly short amount of time, William, Empusa, and Emily were the only living things left. Without a word, William searched for the keys to Emily's cage. It took him a couple of minutes to find them; tucked into the pocket of one of the fallen wolves. William knelt beside the cage and for a long moment, uncertainty prickled him. She'd seen him kill before, yes. But not like this. She'd never seen him truly enraged; with his wolf in control. He didn't know if he could bear to see horror in her when she looked at him.

"There are some things that I can't figure out and I need to verify it. Did Emily get pregnant with Uncle's child when they were abroad?" Hayden looked at William in surprise. "How did you know?" "So was Emily really pregnant? Dad, tell me everything you know." "As I said, Emily and I are not familiar with each other. I know her just because of your mother. When I met your mother abroad, I did meet her once and it was during winter. Emily had eaten with us twice. She was wearing a thick down jacket and her figure did not look slim. She looked as if she was five or six months pregnant."

"What in blazes was Rafe doing robbing a coach?" "It seems he's added highwayman to his ever growing list of questionable talents," said Ashton. "Good God," Lucien muttered. "That man is going to hang someday." "Yes, I'll have to deal with him later, once I've married Rosalind." "Oh, no you will not!" Emily jabbed a finger in his chest hard enough to make him stumble back a step. "Emily" Ashton felt exasperated. He was not in the least bit interested in receiving another lecture about how he should treat Rosalind with kid gloves.

My mother's case was reopened, and it didn't take long for the paper trail to lead straight back to the Ashfords. The once formidable Ashford Group collapsed almost overnight. Celia voluntarily handed all of the company's assets over to the Mercer family, then disappeared with my body. Meanwhile, Emilia completely snapped. She broke into Wyatt's home, killed him, and then ended her own life. Right up until her final breath, she was still muttering my name. When the news reached me, I was terrified she would turn into a spirit and keep haunting me even after death, but fortunately, that never happened.