Agatha Christie Christmas Books の小説・ストーリー

Agatha had a way of making people fall for her cooking skills. "I'm glad you like it. What book are you reading?", Agatha asked. "The fall of the dark angel", she answered with her mouth full. "I love that book. I'm not going to spoil it for you, then", Agatha said making her pout. "Just tell me if Athena and Damon forgave each other", Arieon pleaded.

“Big Breaking News, Agatha Corel, a nineteen-year-old girl, is found dead in her apartment. According to the police reports, some burglars broke into the house in the middle of the night for robbery They raped her and slit her throat. Another interesting fact found in this case is that Agatha was working as a maid in the Knight mansion and she was very close to Mrs Mishka Knight, as we can see their pictures in her I*******m account.” “Is Agatha’s death related to the car accident of Christian Knight?”

At the center, a round table draped in deep purple cloth held a cluster of blood-red candles—and floating above them was a clear crystal sphere that seemed that reflected a pinch of purple light. It felt like we had crossed into another realm, one where unseen eyes watched from every corner. "Please, sit," Agatha said, gesturing to two low chairs in the corner. We obeyed, the chairs feeling lower than expected, forcing us to lean toward the table. Agatha’s lips began to move in an inaudible chant, the words strange and fast, as if they weren’t meant to be understood. When she opened her eyes, I felt goosebumps. They always scared me. Maybe it was the way they seemed to hold countless secrets

Agatha sat down in the chair and settled her dress around her, as if she were arranging a great gown, before she slowly brought her gaze back to Aiden’s once more. “The wolf who came in was a tall woman with blonde hair. She bought three items from me only a few days ago a masking potion, wolf tranquilizer, and a love potion. A strange assortment, I thought, but who am I to judge?” She shrugged slowly and sat back her Cheshire’s grin back on her face.

"Agatha! Happy New Year. What a surprise. Come in, come in." Agatha entered, her kindly face soft. "Happy New Year, child. It's the holiday, so I fried some food for you—meatballs and banana fritters," she said warmly. A sudden warmth bloomed in Sydney's chest. "I thought you'd be busy with your grandson, so I planned to visit in a few days." "Oh, don't even mention him." Agatha feigned annoyance as she bustled about, tucking the food neatly into the fridge. "He's too busy to care about me. I don't even know if he'll come home for New Year's Eve."

“And you haven’t known me long enough for me to be your roommate.” “My children?” Agatha had said. “I’m a grown woman. I can have a roommate – who’s a male if I want. And they’re pretty loose anyway. Anything that makes me happy and comfortable they are usually all for. And it’s the holiday season. You shouldn’t be living in a hotel room during the holidays, especially when you have friends.” So, Hector moved in with her. The guest room was a lot cozier than a motel room that was for sure. He had spent Thanksgiving with Agatha and her children - and grandchildren. He had a marvelous time.

Chastity said. “May God bless you,” Agatha said. “I’m Catholic myself.” “Oh? I didn’t know that,” Chastity said. “Have been all my life and I reared my children Catholic as well,” Agatha said proudly. During their exchange, Chastity, with Agatha’s help, was able to convince Hector to make a sizable donation to Saint Barbara’s. They chatted with Hector and Agatha for another five minutes before Julian took her back on the dance floor. When the dance finished, Chastity excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. She needed a breather. It’s not like she didn’t like being with Julian. That was the problem.

No big surprise. "Huh. There's actually a pretty big section. You need a book on spells for gardening? Or how about one titled Weather Magicks? There's even one for love charms and a volume on breaking hexes. Nothing about magical Christmas decorations so far." "Try looking under 'Holiday'," she suggested. "This has something to do with your family, remember." "Good thinking." He moved again and Shelby went back to searching the desk.

Why did he look at me like he was staring at a ghost he used to kiss. I forced my eyes down to the folder in front of me. Words swam. My fingers shook so much I slipped the paper slightly out of alignment and fixed it twice because it gave my hands something to do besides tremble. I could feel him walking closer. Not from the sound. From the way the air thickened around me. From the sudden scent of him drifting in, that clean, deep cologne with a hint of something sharper. Maybe cedar. Maybe sin. My throat tightened hard.

VOLUME TEN: A HEAVEN HILL CHRISTMAS Author's Note: These Christmas Novella's are in no particular order – they aren't even in chronological order of the series. It's just one Christmas I picked out of every couple's lives and wrote about it. JESSICA & LAYNE