Agatha Christie Daughter Novels & Stories

Agatha The family meeting had ended hours ago. And yet Gina’s confession were burning in my chest like acid. Gina. My daughter. She had got up there in the middle of the people, shaking her hands and trembling her lips, and made a confession. Admitted to having lied concerning Emory. She had withdrawn her charge, and ripped up the weakly made shield which I had made. And she had not told it out, not all, not everything that had really occurred that night, I could read it in the eyes of Mina.

A woman was running toward them, having just come from the fall where the different packs of wolves got through. "Killian! I thought I'd never see you again after the rogues took you to our palace. I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do other than look at you while my father is punishing you. I hope you understand. " At first I didn't even recognize her, but when she said that she was the daughter of the new alpha, I sighed. This woman really didn't know who the person she married was.

He looked up at them as he sat down in his chair. “She is the daughter of an elder.” One of the elders replied, “It is only right that she is treated well.” He glanced at one of the elderly men that was with them as he spoke. The elderly man was a little muscular and had a head full of white head. He was Jaka, Agatha’s father and the leader of the council. “Then I hope you were informed that she lost her hand.” Myron sneered and they all stared at him with a livid expression.

What did her daughter's friend want? "Why are you silent? I'm asking. Do you know who Arthur is?" Agnes gulped down saliva with difficulty. She reluctantly shook her head. Agatha immediately sighed heavily. She leaned back and looked at Agnes sarcastically. "I thought Auntie's daughter was a good woman, but she's not. She even hid the truth from her own mother," Agatha revealed, still trying to stay calm and composed. This situation really made her feel crushed and claustrophobic. "What do you mean, Agatha? Don't go around in circles like that. Say it properly so I can understand what you mean," Agnes explained more seriously.

Esther nodded gently and said, "I'll follow your advice." Agatha smiled, gently stroking Esther's hair with a loving gaze tinged with sorrow. She hadn't initially understood why she was so invested in Esther. Only when Oliver found her, she realized Esther was Faye's daughter. It made sense—she saw a familiar shadow in Esther. She just never imagined that Esther would be Faye's daughter. Back in the day, she had wanted Faye to follow in her footsteps and learn the art of medicine. She had never encountered such an intelligent child as Faye.

Just thinking of the name Leonidas was enough to ruin his day and now here was the daughter, standing in his office. Dark emotion rippled through him, unwelcome and unwanted. He reminded himself that the daughter wasn’t responsible for the sins of the father. ‘Why are you dressed as a nun?’ ‘I had to sneak past my father’s security.’‘I can’t imagine that was easy. Of course if your father didn’t make so many enemies he wouldn’t need an entire army to protect him.’ Blocking the feelings that rose inside him, he stood up and strolled round his desk. ‘What are you doing here?’

If her father finds out about what she did, then he will not be pleased. Francis erased the distance between him and his daughter before raising his hand to slap her across her face with anger. A crisp and loud smacking sound echoed around her room. Amber and Silas looked scared, while Chelsea covered her abused cheek with one hand and looked at him with shock. Francis loves his daughter dearly. He never raised his voice against her, forget about hitting her. But today he was upset and what he just heard made him even more upset. Agatha is like a sister to him. He really thought that it's Nina who pushed Agatha down the stairs. But today he understood that it's his daughter who is behind tha

Rhys laughed. Okay, this side of Sophie was new, alright? He folded the paper neatly, slipped it into his back pocket, and went to see what new hell Sophie’s aunt had designed for Sophie. *** Agatha finished feeding the chickens and went in to prepare dinner. Her daughter would be home soon, and what better way to welcome her after so many years away? Of course she had missed the festival, but she was sure she would be here when they celebrated next year. Especially since she moved her office closer to the village.

Although, in reality, those were just sweet memories that Agatha could cherish. Grita had left her first. Making Agatha promise to take care of her only daughter, Chloe Delilah. But what was apparent now was that her son kept making Chloe sad. And now, just as her heart was starting to understand that perhaps love couldn't be forced, Chloe's happiness was waiting outside, faltering.

My wife, Lani Fort, finally answered my calls only after my daughter, Anjou, stopped breathing. “Didn’t I tell you that Warren Stafford’s dog was having a difficult labor? I’m in the middle of saving a life right now. “You’ve called 108 times in two hours. What on earth is going on?” Two hours earlier, my daughter had suddenly developed a high fever, so I took her to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed her with acute myocarditis and said her only chance of survival was to use an ECMO machine. The $50,000 initial fee for the treatment had become an insurmountable obstacle for me. I called her 108 times, but she had rejected every single call. My voice trembled as I held my daughter’s lif