Agatha X Reader Novels & Stories

Her face was careful, but her eyes were tired. All conversation died. Maera looked at them, then at Xavier, then at Sophie and Shiloh as if she knew exactly how many hearts were balanced on her next words. “There’s nothing left for me to do,” she said quietly. “If you want to speak with him… Now is the time.” Agatha stumbled out behind her like she’d been wrung out and left to dry. Her cheeks were wet, hands trembling as she wiped at them without really clearing anything away. Xavier stepped forward, steadying her by the shoulders, careful, respectful. “Agatha.”

“So, you don’t have plans of, like, getting back the—your company?” “Of course I do have. But for now, just trust me on this one, Celine.” I said. “But—” she was cut off when my phone suddenly rang. “Excuse me, I have to take this call,” I excused myself. +639********* calling… “Hello? Agatha Tatiana speaking.” “Hey…” he said. His voice kinda sounds familiar. “Uh, who's this?” “Ouch, I thought you remember me,” he said.

Agatha was waiting on the porch when they arrived. She raised her brow at the fact that Kira traveled to her in a van rather than teleporting, but said nothing. “I see you have found the white vampires,” she said in a clear speech as Kira stepped onto the porch. “They know that we are friends, but that is all,” Kira whispered, and Agatha nodded knowingly. “Ye have healed thy tongue.” “You have healed your tongue,” Agatha corrected her.

Agatha was both shocked and angry hearing Skylar's response. She shouted, "You devil, go to hell!" Buzz! As soon as she finished speaking, a strong aura burst out from Agatha's body. She held a silver sword tightly and stabbed it straight at Skylar. The air was distorted wherever the sword had slashed through. Skylar looked relaxed when he saw that Agatha exploded in anger. "Sect Master Agatha, stop fighting back. You'll never stand a chance to escape this chamber."

“Agatha is a lycan,” Lya said flatly, her eyes never leaving the glow of her phone. Rhunar froze, his hand tightening on the couch cushion. “What do you mean?” His voice carried a sharp edge, but he forced his face into one of false surprise, tilting his head slightly as if her words had caught him off guard. Lya didn’t even glance up, her thumbs moving lazily across the screen. “I just said it to fill you in on today’s details. So you won’t be the only one left out.”

"Humph. I won't fall for his trick twice." Agatha was sitting at the waterfall reading her book. She heard footsteps behind her and turned around to look. "Oh. Princess Agatha, you have good hearing," sneered Austin. He frowned as how she could hear him when he was silently sneaking up on her. "Your majesty," said Agatha. She got up and bowed to him. "At least you have some manners." Agatha frowned. "Humph. You can read?" "Umm… Aaahh…I-I-I…" Agatha hide the book behind her back.

he stated sniffing writhing my neckline and making shivers run down my spine uncomfortably. “Looking forward to seeing you again” he leaned back before brushing past me. He left me tongue-tied his words lingering at what he had just said in my head. I turned to my right coming to the hotel, I was so lost in my thought that I didn’t notice that we were there. Xavier Blackwood. Shaking off the thoughts I made my way in navigating through the corridors till I got to our room. As soon as I walked in, I was met with Sage’s shirtless figure who had his back to me.

But as the memories continue to unravel, I can’t shake the feeling that this is far from over. Agatha retreats to her dorm room later that night, her thoughts spinning. She pulls out a sketchbook and begins tracing the lines of her birthmark, trying to understand the connection. As she draws, a faint knock sounds at her door. Her heart races, the memory of those rogues still fresh in her mind. She opens it cautiously—only to find an envelope with no sender. Inside is a single piece of paper with a message that makes her blood run cold: “You’re not who you think you are.”

AUTHOR'S P.O.V. Agatha made her way toward the quarters where the warriors convened, a woven basket concealed behind her flowing gown. Her keen eyes darted from one gathering of warriors to the next, with a determined search for Erick. Puzzlement etched her features as she silently questioned why he had not visited her chamber this morning. Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the sight of Erick. He was a striking figure in a crisply ironed grey button-down shirt paired with immaculate black trousers—a stark contrast to his usual casual attire of a sleeveless black vest and rugged jeans. He halted when he saw her. This unexpected change in his appearance only deepened Agatha's curiosity

Agatha After our meeting, Matthias, Bartholomew and I went our separate ways. I felt better now having told them everything I was told to tell them, now I just needed to talk to Jurian and let him know that things were finally progressing. We were about to go to war, I would get my revenge, and Jurian would get his power. I walk back into my room and start to get ready to contact Jurian when there is a knock on my door. I push everything over a bit and head to the door only to see Onyx on the other side. This woman knows things; things I think will be bad for me if anyone else finds them out. “What do you want bitch?” I am not in the mood for her, “Just tell me and get the hell out, I have t