Novels by Agnes Bofill

Two weeks had passed. It was meant to be their wedding day, a time filled with joy and love, but fate had rewritten their story. Leo sat by Ellie's bedside, his heart heavy with worry. She remained in a deep coma, and each day felt like an eternity without her. He brought her fresh flowers, hoping their vibrant colors might somehow reach her in the darkness. With a voice full of longing, he shared stories about his day, as if each word could break through the silence surrounding her. “Ellie, please come back to us. I vowed to keep you safe, yet here we are, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve let you down. Please, give me another chance,” he whispered, holding her hands gently, feeling her warmth against his skin. In quiet moments, he sensed the stirring of her wolf inside her, a flicker of life that brought him solace, even as her eyes remained closed to the world. He pressed a soft kiss to her hand, wishing that this small gesture could forge a bridge to her spirit. The pa

Leo took her hand while carrying Mary with the other. “Where's your brother?” Ellie asked. “There!” Mary pointed her finger to the forest. Suddenly, Ellie had a bad feeling as the growls came from that direction. “Stay with Dahlia and take Mary with you.” Leo instructed them. He took off immediately towards the forest. The siren kept blaring, forcing everyone to drop whatever they did and hide. “Ellie, let's go. Alpha can take care of himself.” Dahlia grabbed her arm. It forced her to focus on jogging while holding Mary in her arms. She couldn't believe what was happening yet, a part of her knew what they meant. “Will Leo be,” she suppressed the doubts she had and prayed that he would be alright. “Alpha Leo is stronger than those rogues. Don't worry, this will be over before you know it.” Mary beamed with confidence while speaking. Though young she knew when to give encouragement. “Thanks, Mary. What are rogues and why are you calling him Alpha?” Her eyebrow scrunched at the

Michelle closed her eyes and blinked thrice. She even pinched her cheeks to make sure she was awake. When she looked down at the window, the brown wolf was gone. Only men lying on the ground could be seen. “Mate.” There it was again. It seemed she could only hear it in her mind. She looked at the window but only saw some men and women cleaning up the mess. Ellie’s heart raced as she stepped out of her room, determined to make sense of what she had witnessed. This place was breathtaking, yet its beauty was veiled in layers of mystery.“Ellie? Where are you going?” Leo bumped into her as she walked out of the door. He wore a white shirt and blue sweatpants, his damp, tousled hair evidence of a recent shower. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw his pecs straining against his shirt. He was ripped.She gulped at the thought of him carrying her in his strong arms. Shaking her head lightly, she reminded herself. ‘Snap out of it, Ellie. He does care about you.’“There you are. Can I

“Good morning, Ms. Michelle.” Mr. Truman smiled at her warmly. He wore a black coat over a white long sleeve shirt, paired with light blue necktie and a Patek Philippe wrist watch. Everything about his look screamed wealth and sophistication.“Good morning, Mr. T-Truman?” Michelle was shaking as she spoke, unable to contain her curiosity. Yet, she couldn't fathom why he had to resort to a forced marriage. He was handsome and rich. “Call me Leo. Mr. Truman is my father. I never really liked people calling me that name.” He corrected her. His demeanor changed a bit. His hands relaxed on his thighs and his shoulders dropped. “Ray, can you take us back? Also, I never want to see her father again.” He commanded his butler. “Consider it done, Mr. Leo. By the way, I have made all the arrangements for the wedding.” Ray informed him. Michelle couldn't believe what she heard was right. She gritted her teeth. The atmosphere became cold and dangerous. “L” she opened her mouth but a small hu

Michelle ran fast with the sack of wood on her back. It was almost sunrise and the birds chirped in anticipation. Yet, she was already in the thick of things. Crossing out every chore she was told to do. She could see their mansion from a distance. All the lights were turned on and she found it odd. Without another thought, she dashed to the kitchen. “Ellie, have you seen Odette?” one of their chambermaids called on her. They were looking for her half-sister. She gasped. “I just got here. Did you check her room or her study room?” She replied. Deep inside she was ecstatic. Finally, she could take a break from her abusive sister. She smiled while she was carefully placing the sack full of chopped wood in the storage.“We did but she wasn't there.” Another one replied. They were turning the mansion upside down. “Ellie, good you're here. Father wants to see you.” Oliver, her younger half-brother called on her. He was towering over her as he held her hands. “I already did everythin