Agatha Christie Lovers Novels & Stories

Hello Everyone. I just want to use this opportunity to say thank you for reading my books and for those of you who support it... Thank you a million more time and readers are just as special ☺️. The Mafia's Lover has come to an end but don't be too quick to Jump the boat because it's not over untill it's over. So without Further Adieu, I am proud to announce the sequel of the Mafia's Lover. THE MAFIA'S DAUGHTER.

Arthur asked softly, his fingers tracing her spine. ​"I did," she lied smoothly, her hands wrapping around his neck. "The ledger is hidden in the old chapel on the edge of the estate. But we need to wait for the equinox—the alignment of the sun through the stained glass reveals the exact brick." ​"Fascinating," Arthur murmured, his eyes locking onto her lips. "Your father was always a theatrical man." ​He leaned in, kissing her with a slow, seductive passion that made Vivian’s resolve tremble. Despite what she had heard, her body betrayed her, aching for his touch, desperate for the illusion of his love.

"You're the one who told your bodyguards to chase her away! Get out of my sight right now! We're too poor to entertain someone like you! Get out! Get out now!" Tristan rushed to explain himself as he stumbled backward. "Calm down, Mr. Collins. I'm here to apologize." "Is that so?" a lazy voice drawled from a short distance away. "The high-and-mighty Mr. Graham is actually apologizing to someone? Looks like I came at the perfect time." All of us looked in the direction of the voice. A Porsche was parked nearby. Xavier languidly got out of the car and approached me. With everyone watching him, he pressed a tube of lipstick into my palm and said, "I didn't know you were such a klutz. You didn't

As if on cue, a call from +374 came in, I quickly opened the app and picked the call. “Hello, who is this?” I said, trying to steady my voice. “Hello, miss Vittoria, Vittoria Russo, or is it Balotelli?” “It doesn't matter,” I said, calmly. “What do you want?” “So you're ready to talk with us? Good.” “Just tell me what you want?” “We need a spy, Miss Russo, and we want you to be the one.” “A spy for what?” “We want you to spy on Ricardo Lombardi. We know you hate him, he killed your father didn't he?”

A hot flare of pain strikes my chest, I can literally hear my heart break. "A high schooler?, a little girl? No. You only like women like me. A real woman not a pubescent teenager.” Her screechy voice spits. "I don’t love her, I don’t even talk to her, she follows me everywhere throwing herself at me.” Ben's voice resounds. I hesitated, hidden in the shadows just outside the entrance. Through the open door, I saw them: Ben and Patricia, standing in the elegant foyer of his apartment. He never bothered locking his door most times, overconfident that no one would dare rob his swanky and expensive building.

I cooed at her. She moved her hand to my right cheek. I stilled at the gesture. I blinked at her, not willing to breathe at the sudden gesture. "He wanted to give you chocolate, and he asked you to smile, "she placed it in my hand and ran away. I knitted my brows confused. Who is he? There was a note at the back of the chocolate dictating ' To Lucia from A ' After reading the words, I can think of only one person, Adrian. I couldn't understand why he didn't come forward to give me.

SEASON 5: CLASH OF LOVERS ⊱♥⊱╮ღ LOVERS QUARREL ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~KOFI'S POV~★✐✐★ The next day, Arthur prepared our breakfast and planned to be absent from his work. He wants to come with me to meet my new editor because he thinks I might seduce my new editor if the editor is hotter than him, which I will not do because he is enough for me.

Caroline spat, her hackles rising. Agatha’s heart sank as she quickly counted—six in total, including Katherine and Blondie with the Scar. She remembered their faces now. These weren’t random rogues. These were the same wolves who had followed her. Luis stiffened beside her, his dagger still raised, his eyes darting between each rogue. “You’ve got some nerve, showing yourselves like this.” “Oh, we’re full of nerve,” Katherine said, flashing a sharp smile. Agatha’s eyes snapped to Matthew, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “What does this have to do with finding answers, Matthew?” she demanded, her voice rising. “Why would you bring us here? To them?”

Agatha, a frail figure with weathered features, sat in a worn armchair by the fireplace, her piercing gaze fixed upon me. “You've come,” she say, her voice laced with a mixture of weariness and anticipation. “The chosen one walks among us once again.” I approach her cautiously, my eyes drawn to the ancient books surrounding her, their faded spines whispering secrets of forgotten ages. “Agatha,” I began, my voice betraying both determination and trepidation. “I seek your guidance. The Night Howlers have fallen under a curse that plagues our lineage.” Agatha nodded knowingly, her eyes glimmering with ancient wisdom. Yes, child,” she replied, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. “The cu

6 - Mia Lauren Hudson "Do you believe in love at first sight? No, I bet you don't. You must be too sensible for that. Or have you ever seen someone and just known that, if that person truly knew you, they would, of course, leave the perfect model they were with and realize you were the one they wanted to grow old with? Have you ever fallen in love with someone you've never even spoken to?" — While You Were Sleeping