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I can’t let go if deep down inside me, they need me for this. I got off the boat when I reached Catagban port where the van that'll take me to the resort was found. I occupied myself by reading a book by Agatha Christi, ABC Murder. One of Hercule Poirot myster. It was a book that Rhisha gave me at our graduation. She said that I might like it since I love reading books. I sighed. Because of thinking deeply, I got lost in what I am currently reading. It was the part where Fraser discovered that Betty died during the interrogation she did with Poirot.

It's quite straight anyway, thank God. So now, we were in his livingroom, Axel was sitting and my head was rested on his thighs, while I was reading out loud. This time, it was Agatha Christie's turn and her novel And then there were none. I have never read this one before and I was loving it, with the exeption of Axel ruining every plottwist for me and then giggling like a schoolgirl when I got mad at him and swat his chest.

Metamorphoses, the phenomenal author who instantly got famous because of his/her first ever published mystery-fiction book entitled 'Belladonna'. The Belladonna novel have found an immense popularity, critical acclaims and become one of the most successful book worldwide. The book attracted a wide adult audience as well as younger readers. Since then, Metamorphoses wrote more mystery novels and became popular with that specific genre.

Not wanting to be pedantic, I gave them a moment to come up with the answer on their own. Fawna furrowed her brow, and Adara shook her head. I hoped that one day I might look down on that head from above, as she kneeled before me with my cock in her mouth . . . . Neither knew the answer, so I said, a bit uncertainly, although I was very certain: “Agatha Christie, wasn’t it?” “That’s it,” said Fawna. “At her home in Devon?” asked Adara. I nodded. “At Greenway. Strange name for a house with a poison garden. Greenway.”

I protested to my parents in either skipping the school or transferring to another school but they forced me to be here as this is the only school which is best. I reserved a place in one of the seats available though nobody was there. I kept my bag and went in search of a nice book. I went to the thriller books section and searched for a book, perfect for reading at this moment. ‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to.

Lookin' good girl! Instantaneously, a certain book caught my interest in Cryx's desk. My heart fluttered and my eyes twinkled, I grabbed the book and flipped some of its pages. Oh my! It's my Aunt's book! It was entitled, 'Agent Asteria', which was a mystery thriller. When it was first released last year, the bookstores had it sold out on the first day because of how much of a hit it was to the public, it got an outstanding review from the Times and even won awards internationally. Not to mention it's my favorite book of hers. It certainly deserves the title of 'best'.

" He can't help but notice it. In particular, Agatha Brookes is a famous detective in another country where he can't be easily manipulated by criminals. But I can't help you now since we're already facing another dead end in the investigation. "We're? Bitch no, I already found myself a lead and a clue to the investigation, and the best part, it was here throughout the whole time." "Tell me, what is it?" Agatha took another sip from her cigarette and blew a cigarette in his face. Gergor coughs for a second. It's not what it is. I have a better question for you. It's who it was? " There's a sudden knock on his door. "Come in!" Chief Gergor yells and someone enters the office. Agatha quickly sm

CHAPTER TWO BETTY'S POV It was as if a stranger had overtaken her body. She had convinced herself that she must endure his possession, she revelled in his touch, in every kiss, in every mind-stealing caress. She felt her senses widen, expanding like a frail spring blossom beneath the heat of a noonday sun, opening to welcome him….. But only him. With a helpless little moan, she caught his dark head in her hands, as if to keep him there and capture that exclusive pleasure forever.

And just seeing him in the picture brings back flashbacks. The bald man. That creep. So I wasn’t drunk, and my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me. So all those actually happened. The stalking, the chasing. Then the drink, the bullet in the Champagne. The note. Right! The note! I have it! Jumping to her feet, Agatha rushes to her hand bag that she took along with her and pulling out the tiny chit. “Wow. You really are real.” No shit Sherlock. Slowly she unrolls the note, rereading the words again.

He started with the known fact I knew about her. "Okay, but what was her powers about?". I placed one hand on the table and waited for his response _ Mom was also there, but she left Dad to answer every one of my questions. " Her powers? " He paused for a few minutes and then started talking, " Agatha her powers were beyond compare, but do you want to know a secret?" He ogled at the end of his statement. "A secret? Please tell me," I replied, and he said, "You just like her, even more powerful; you only have to be able to access your witch Power". He grinned with pride.