Agatha Christie Novel Novels & Stories

he said and hid his hands inside his pockets. “Hey!” Agatha exclaimed as she barged into Amethyst’s condo. She catches her in the living room, blinking slowly with her fingers on her chin and staring into nothing. “What are you thinking?” She asked and put down the box of pizza on the table. “I’m thinking about Cassandra's wound,” she uttered. Agatha's brows raised and sat beside her. “What about it?” She asked as she began to eat the pizza by herself. “It was probably from a knife or maybe a dagger,” she said and finally eyed her. Agatha paused and thought about it.

Agatha narrowed her eyes and fixed her gaze on her friend. "Find who?" She asked with a gentle tone. "Brian" "You mean he was here?" Agatha asked, opening the locket that was on the gold necklace. There was an inscription in it. She read it and lifted her gaze slowly. Gabrielle was surprised by the sudden change in her look. She frowned and took the necklace from her.

He spat and before Christian could process his words, Daniel walked out of the room, closing the door with a loud thud, leaving Christian perplexed. He sat on the edge of the bed thinking about Daniel’s words, but everything appeared to be in a haze. He rubbed his stubble while trying to put pressure on his mind, but everything was blank as a white sheet of paper. “Agatha is dead and since the day I got to know about her, my hallucination and nightmares stopped.” He wondered, wiping sweat off his forehead. “Cheating man? Is there something else I need to know?”

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

Abigail I didn’t hear the library door open. Curled in the wide armchair by the window, a thick blanket tucked over my legs and a mug of lukewarm tea long forgotten on the little table beside me, I was too deep in the roaring chaos of 1920s London to notice anything else. The novel I’d found, The Blood of Mayfair, was a fever dream of a book with gangsters in bowler hats and singers with too much rouge and too many secrets. I had stumbled across the book purely by chance this afternoon while scanning a high corner shelf. What began as idle curiosity turned into a feverish need to unravel the killer’s identity before the protagonist, a fashion journalist moonlighting as a private investigator

Agatha's POV I walked into the house, stunned by the elegance of the interior. Everything screamed wealth, and for a moment, I reconsidered the "husband" I had married. "What is his source of wealth?" I wondered. Thinking back on the decision I had made earlier, I let out a soft chuckle. But then I felt it—that prickling sensation, like eyes on me. I turned around, and a chill crept up my spine. I was being watched.

I screamed. Footsteps started approaching us at a speed greater than that of a usual walk. "Eventually, you'll realize that you cannot escape your destiny," Agatha stated. Then she took out a pocket knife and unsheathed it. "What are you doing? Do you want to attack me with that?" I accused her again. On the contrary, Agatha smiled. "Break the seal. . ." She whispered. Then in a swift action, she slit her own throat. I gasped in shock.

Agatha is the middle of cleaning herself as she had just gone to one of her many routinary walks in the town square. She was hell bent into convincing the people to convert to her and venerate her a their real goddess and champion for salvation so she was willing to go extra length. She figured that if they were to keep seeing her, she would eventually get everyone to listen. But while she was busy removing her soiled clothes, she noticed at the corner of her eyes, a bottle of champagne she never seen before. Curious, she made her mind to check it raight after donning a fresh set of clothes.

I raise my gun and shoot at the three guards who are almost on top of me, the one on the left who had shot me raising the gun again, but I pull the trigger, firing a shot square through his head. My eyes blaze as he drops to the floor, dead. The other two are alive, but they won’t be getting up for a while. I kick the gun into the corner of the room just as I spot Agatha running to the door. She isn’t getting away, not when I need answers. I see the butler’s body slumped on the ground in the hall and I don’t sense a heartbeat… did one of the guards kill him? “Agatha!” I shout as I chase after her. She’s fast but not faster than me. I reach her just as she reaches the stairs and I grab her sh