Agnes Sampson Novels & Stories

Agnes actually calmed down after the laugh. After that, even though she was still slightly uneasy, she was able to continue smoothly reciting her own 'lines.' "Hello everyone, I am Damon Drake's agent, Agnes Parma. Today, he should have been the one to personally explain the recent disturbance to everyone. Unfortunately, everyone should already know that he has gone missing... "

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

“No one is going to know that you came here, it is all settled already” Levi led me to the nurse receptionist who asked to know the name of the patient. “Can you tell me the name of your mum and for how long has she been here?” “She was brought in here thirteen years ago, her name is Agnes Vaughn. She is also a pack member” I said out of excitement. The sound of the nurse’s finger drumming against the keyboard intensified the rush of adrenaline inside of me. “Her middle name is Samantha right?” “Yes!” “Have you found out about the ward that she is in”

someone supplies from the far end of the table at top volume. Agnes’ thin lips screw into a scowl. I can’t fault her confusion. My father hasn’t acknowledged me since my dam died. He bailed when she caught the wasting sickness, and then he just stayed gone. “No, I’m sure her name is Fluffa.” Agnes isn’t giving up. “The others just call her that. Her name’s Flora Ritchie.” Brenda goes back to ladling macaroni salad into an empty whipped cream tub, the issue settled.

An old man on the vintage chair with a newspaper in hand replied. A woman wearing a huge smile on her face, probably older than Westley stood up. “Audene, I thought you’re busy.” The thick southern accent in her tongue was palpable. She bounced her eyes from me, then back to Westley. “Hello, I’m Clyve.” I held out my hand. “You must be new here, darlin’. I’m Xena.” She shook my hand, then looked at Westley who looked at her with disinterest. It was her way of telling her to shut up because I was not her type.

The nurse, who is also a wolf, said. Ananas' requested blood sample report was delivered with the package. The woman opened it and glanced at the contents of the word. Ananas made her way to her room and found something that astonished her. The critical factor was the similarity between Samantha's blood sample and her late father, Millano Skovovich.

Tears streamed down my face as I clung to Damon, my sobs muffled against his shirt. "I can't believe this," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Not again. Josie took everything from me once, and now Agnes? How could she partner with them to destroy my one shot at redemption?" Damon held me tighter, his hand stroking my back in soothing circles, but it still felt like I was drowning in sadness. Agnes had been there helping with baths, meals, and the little things that made this place feel less like a prison. And all along, she'd been plotting, and now she even tried to kill us.

Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho." Perfect. Maybe I could finally cover rent and get those econ textbooks. The campus bookstore wanted three hundred dollars for books I'd use for one semester. Highway robbery. I started walking toward my apartment, already mentally preparing for the night shift. Five hours of sleep if I was lucky. Then it was off to showering, heavy makeup, and costumes that came with rib breaking corsets. It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."