Agatha Trunchbull Novels & Stories

What if I just already give up before I welcome another prank from Agatha? I really want to just give in and surrender. But still... I walk in toward them. I don't wanna give up. I want to start the rebellion, even if I am facing it alone. "Good girl!" Agatha yelled in laughter. "Come closer, that's it, stupid!" A loud crack is heard when I am a meter away from them, it was too late to run from the spot I just step in, the boobie trap had got me. I fallen into a fit. So... that's why they want me closer.

I breathed. “Yes, my love,” the imposter murmured, leaning closer. I let him. Let him believe he’d won. And then my hands lit with pure silver light, claws forming at the tips of my fingers. Before he could react, I drove my hand into his chest and ripped his heart out. The body before me convulsed, shifting violently as it fell backward. With a loud scream, Agatha’s true form was revealed, crumpling to the ground. Her crimson hair spilled across the stone, her once-beautiful old face twisted in rage and disbelief.

The gawks from the other women who were the same rank as I was made me unsettled because I never liked too much attention. I looked at my food and glanced at him who also got the same. I wasn’t sure if this was his way of teasing me or we just had the same taste in foods, nevertheless, this wasn’t a big deal. He chuckled at my reaction as I snickered and shook my head. But as we gaze at each other, our attention averted at Agatha who arrived at our table with a complacent look. “Hey, guys,” she greeted. Agatha was one of the platoon leaders in Silver Stag and she also assisted some new members during the training just like Tobias. Since they knew he once trained in the army, they immediately

“Mr. Bullet.” He checks his tablet. “One billion transfer confirmed.” Carlton whistles softly. “Still crazy.” The assistant gestures to the door. “The seller is waiting.” Carlton leans close. “Tristan… why do I feel like you just started something very bad?” I open the door. “Because I did.” Inside the room stands a thin, grey-haired man beside the mosaic. Takeshi. He smiles greedily. “Mr. Bullet—” I don’t waste time. I remove the hat and peel off the moustache.

she said. "You?" The man scratched his nose. "I don't bully women." "Well, first you have to be able to handle me!" Agatha giggled. In an instant, she pushed off with her legs, launching herself at him with astonishing speed. The man flinched slightly, but only slightly. He readied himself and struck back. The clash was fierce. He was clearly a body-type ability user: strong, fast, with lightning reflexes. Agatha, however, did not rely on brute strength—yet somehow, she could clash head-on with him, taking no damage, which was extremely strange.

“One of the... Ancestor Witches?” Although Agatha was an old woman who had lived for several hundred millennia, she was flabbergasted when she suddenly heard those words from Alex. Her eyes widened as she stared intently at him as if she wanted to find out the answer she longed for from his face. “I’ll treat your injuries first!” He summoned the Phanes Ax from his mind palace. Agatha’s severed injuries had not healed after so many years. It was not just because of injuries she had received in White Bone City of the Undead Territory at that time. More importantly, her body also contained the restraints after the mysterious storm had blown over.

Maybe because he's gay too, I'm not sure. "You want to fight Ford?" John asks, running his hands through his hair. "Maybe just throw him around a little. I think he was defending him the other day" Adam says, and my heart starts pounding when i see the strawberry hair. It's got like a reddish pink tint to his blonde. His eyes remind me of a storm. He's so chaotic. He makes his way through the hall with Giana attached to his side. I watch, as he pushes his way through. He's small, real skinny and short. His stomach isn't flat, he has a soft pillow of skin there, but he's still so fucking small.

I nodded in thanks. Agatha turned and looked at Kenneth and Mitchum and said, “These are the bound wolves?” I nodded and said, “Agatha, please meet Kenneth Goldberg and Mitchum Averman.” The guys stood and offered their hands to the crone. She took each one in turn but instead of shaking their hands she placed one hand below and one above and closed her eyes as if she was savoring the moment with each one. After she was done with each she smiled and said, “That wasn’t so bad now was it?”

he said cheekily as he tied the cord that held the britches around his waist. Astrid smirked back at him, seemingly completely unaffected. "Close your mouth, Dóttir. There is no longer anything to see." But her mother was wrong. There was a lot to see. Acres of muscles across his chest and abdomen. The broad shoulders that wielded the giant longsword with such ease. Even his forearms bulged with muscle as he tied up his pants. The tattoo of a howling wolf on his left shoulder that covered part of his chest fascinated her as well. Wait. Did the lines just move? Was the sight and scent of him causing her to hallucinate. Ulfhild tore her eyes away and took two steps back when all she really wan

Agent James tried to shake off the sidekick to his chest. He stood to his feet and barreled toward the gunman, trying to ram his shoulder into the gunman’s stomach. Instead, Agent James ended up running into another wall when the gunman dodged out of the way of Agent James’ attempt to tackle him. The terrorist moved like a matador, and Agent James was the bull.