Agatha All Along Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

As much as I wanted to pay attention to their drama, my heart was starting to thud loudly, and it was taking a lot to control my emotions. Where was my mate? I wanted out of here. I needed to move to find Althea. Rage was also doing his best to smell and sense her. Alastor grabbed Agatha’s jaw, gripping it tightly. I was sure it was painful, as a black mist was emitting from the witch’s body. “Who the fuck told you I could be bound by your wishes? I’m not your fucking bitch, bitch!” Alastor wickedly told her before shoving her from his grip.

“Sweeping his hands through his ravishing locks of shining golden blonde hair, his spellbinding sapphire sky blue eyes filled with lust and hot passion dripping with sweet desire as he bent down towards Lyall. Lyall licked his lips hungrily. As their lips meet…” “Ahem,” Kitty says. “Hate to interrupt… whatever this is. The groceries are out on the porch. You know the drill. You boys can take it from here.” “Your timing is atrocious as always,” Alastaire says, slipping his phone into his pocket. “First you steal my Cupcake away for a whole day, then you barge in on story hour just as it’s getting really good.” “I didn’t know you read Fable fan fiction,” I blurt out, hoping he’s never read any

Are you being serious right now? He slaughtered those men like they were nothing, and yet… I wasn’t even scared. I was mesmerized. Those tattoos—detailed, intricate, like paintings. And one in particular—it looked familiar. But where had I seen it before? Ugh. Add that to my ever-growing list of “figure out later.” For now, I need to get somewhere safe. Somewhere I can breathe, process, think about the absolute disaster my world has become. Agatha isn’t really my sister. She’s a princess and apparently the key to some grand scheme.

However, my breath hitches when I feel Lord Owen pause, because his fingers clutches around my neck in a swift move. He tugs me up and pushes me toward the nearby wall, making sure that I could feel the sharp pain when my back landed against it. As I wince, my mouth shivers from the pain coursing through my whole being. I nearly do not even hear him as he grits out his warning. “Never let your tongue slide out the name ‘Lyn’, or else I will kill you… and torture you even in the underworld.” ***** “Smile, Allegra. You should hold a cheerful countenance as a noble’s daughter.”

Agatha already has a lot of lovers and she's given herself away a long time ago. I'm one of the people who knows this secret which is also part of why she targets me a lot. She can't stand that I'm innocent and she's not. As if I'm the one who asked her to whore around. “Look at you, so surprised at something so obvious. I guess the stupidity would never leave you in any life. Last time and this, you're still the same idiots.” I insulted them. Dante frowned, “What do you mean by last time? Was there another life other than this?”

Agatha slowly opened her eyes, and when she realized she was completely naked, she screamed quite loudly. Chris smiled slightly, then stepped over to her. "Already awake?" "A-alpha?!" Agatha reflexively pulled the blanket to cover her body. Agatha thought last night was a dream, because she cried too much and fell asleep in a curled up position. But seeing an alpha in front of her now, it seemed like what happened last night really happened to her. She had sex with the alpha. "Why are you panicking and covering your body? Did you forget how many rounds we played last night?" Chris sat beside Agatha and gently stroked her hair. "You're mine now, pretty."

He roars in my face, the force of it making me jump. “ You can't lie to the bond,” he says, eyes blazing with anger. “You felt it. The way our hearts.. syncs,” Even with him standing this close, our hearts try to beat in tandem. I force myself to meet his gaze, not anger but pure unfiltered disgust. “That's the problem with Alphas like you.” He finches so slightly that if it were not me, I would not have noticed it. “You're so desperate for a fated and mate story to justify your instability that you invent miracles in your head to make yourselves believe you deserve a mate.” His breath stutters.

This was the first time I had my mate after all, and I’d only gotten her two days prior! Just then, Alasia laid back on the bed, wrapping her hands around her abdomen as she started to writhe in pain. I stood there as I watched her roll slightly back and forth as she moaned softly. I turned back to look towards the door, and he was already gone. I looked back at my mate when I heard her call out louder this time, as I could tell the intense feeling for her was getting stronger. Was this the start of it? What was I expected to do? In the back of my throat, I felt a whimper coming from Rager. He felt for my mate. It was his mate too.

***** 1 hour later. Xenia was long done with her punishment but had to sit for another half-hour as her mum lectured her on the most beautiful gift the moon goddess has given them. It's not just shifting but soulmates. Xenia was tired of these speeches for years. She didn't want to marry until she was maybe 33. She had so many plans. Her book titled: Return of Galienna is making waves in the industry. Unlike what her parents thought, she was already a billionaire. Her bestie even knew about it. She kind of felt jealous of humans. They can marry whomever they want at any time they choose unless it's a very traditional family that seeks benefits in exchange for their children.

One of his men, Jack, pointed out to a figure that was lying on the ground by the waterfall. They moved forward, inspecting the figure with their eyes. It turned out to be a small, petite girl and she looked like she was reaching out for the water but didn’t make it. The man who was called alpha stepped closer to her to examine her face and check whether she is from any of the pack nearby. Maybe, he thought, she just lost her way. But that didn’t explain her finding the sacred waterfall. He held out a hand to turn her over since she was laying on her front, in an awkward angle. But almost as soon as he made contact with her, he knew she was his beloved.