Agatha Christie Daughter Novels & Stories

After all, they were just kids, too–blinded by ignorance and cruelty. I wanted to tell them I forgave them, but they could not hear me. Mom wore all black and held my photo while she cried nonstop. In the picture, I still had short hair and wore Beau's old school uniform because she forced me to take the photo, saying it made me look more like Beau. Agatha placed the pink dress at my gravestone, touched my name carved into the stone, and sobbed, "You would've looked so beautiful in dresses, Lily. I bought you so many hair clips... I'm leaving them all here."

​ I lean against the railing, watching a car pass below, headlights splashing golden arcs across the wet street. My jaw flexes unconsciously. Something deep inside me is picking at the edges of memory, trying to connect dots that refuse to sit still. Chloe Quinn, Her eyes, Her tears, Her absence. I sink onto the couch and pick up her daughter’s file again. It’s pointless, but I do it anyway. Sophie Wells. Age six. Chest tightness. Mild arrhythmia. No father listed on the file. My chest tightens, the kind of pressure that shouldn’t be there.

If trading my life meant she could live, I would jump out of the window without a second thought. From the twenty-seventh floor, there would be no chance of survival. I sank my teeth into the back of my hand to stop myself from screaming. However, the killer on the other end of the line had noticed me. “This stupid witch has been on the phone the whole time!” It was a voice I had never heard before. It was the voice of a woman! The realization hit me like ice water and made it hard to breathe. My heart was racing. Two people had killed my daughter!

LUCY'S POV: Seth looked at me crazy after my Alpha aura slipped out and onto him. I didn't mean to. I wasn't angry with him; I was angry with my crazy dad and how I felt powerless over everything. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that," I said honestly. "So you are Alpha Kragen's daughter?" Seth asked. "Yes," I said without hesitation, but my stomach churned at the honesty I was speaking.

Nathan had sneered. "I apologize, I don't believe I introduced myself. I'm-" "Agatha De Rossi. Daughter of Aldo De Rossi, of NexGen Technologies. I recognized you from the moment we collided." His eyes held no judgment. I noticed his use of my maiden last name. "You know who I am?" "The heiress to the illustrious De Rossi dynasty? It would be difficult not to, in my circles... Though I admit, up close your beauty far outshines any descriptions." His smile was kind, without an ounce of insincerity.

"Life happens." His brow arched. "But why the secrecy? No one knows what the President’s daughter looks like." Lydia’s expression darkened. "You must have heard about the tragedy ten years ago, right? My father had four children. One was poisoned, another died in an accident, and the youngest was kidnapped. Her body washed up on the beach." Rowan exhaled sharply. "That's... horrific." Lydia nodded "All within a year." His fingers tightened around his glass. "How did you survive?"

She gives me a glare to say, ‘It better not! “Well, Alpha Callen, Beta Nate, it is SO nice to finally meet you both!” Alpha Xander shakes their hands as he greets them before turning to introduce Luna Leslie and us girls, “This is my lovely mate Luna Leslie, our daughter Marci, Beta Marcus’s daughter, Callie, and Gamma Dave’s daughter, Celeste.”

“I got her the best gift for her sixteenth birthday.” “You better have.” He chuckled as he suddenly came to a stop. “Talking about the principessa.” “Papa.” I heard the softest, most angelic voice yell from the top of the stairs. My gaze slowly moved up, finding the most stunning woman my eyes have ever laid eyes on. “Isadora, come down and greet your godfather.” Francisco waved her down, making me gulp. Isadora? That was my angel? There was no way that this beautiful woman was my goddaughter. She looked at least twenty-five. Fūck my life.

Even though I was born a girl, it didn't stop him from including me in all sorts of adventures, most of which were considered 'unlady-like'. Unfortunately, there was no more project funding for his future research, so we both settled into a dull existence in America. Dad worked at a small museum. He didn't mind it though and always quoted Bukowski's words, 'Find what you love and let it kill you.' Then just out of the blue, my father got a phone call from his old friend, who sent him some documents on a rare find from a medieval city — famously known as Angkor City. Before I knew it, we ended up at the Phnom Penh International Airport three days later.

"You get them to safety. Promise me." "As you wish, your Majesty." The Valkyrie pounced on my mates and I ripped my hand from Caspian's, sprinting to the edge of Katharine's power. I heard them scream my name. Heard Caspian cursing each one of my girls and Julian roaring that they were dooming me. Mikaela cried, her sobs almost breaking her chest open. But I focused on my daughter instead. On the power vibrating off of her in great waves. "It is you and me until the very end, baby girl."