Agnes Sampson Novels & Stories

What was holding them up? I saw Marvin take out his belt and begin to beat the cook's daughter. Her screams were painful. "I hope you can live with yourself, Scarlett. Annie is just fifteen." She said, and I did not care one bit. My life was important to me too. Marvin beat Annie until she had cuts on her skin. The cook cried bitterly, and there was nothing we could do. So they chained Annie up and tied her to me. By the time they finished raiding the Redcape settlement, about Twenty-five young women had been chained up as slaves.

Depositors name: Mary Madison Evans. Wait … Why. What is this? I’m confused. I know this, but I don’t want to believe it. Why did someone deposit a big money? And it cost 500 million United States Dollars?! //WyByCa

Finnegan is trying to be all sweet and all because her mother is a renowned Prima Ballerina and not only that but her mother has a lot of connection. “Cath! Where are your manners?” Her mother reprimanded calmly “Oh no it’s okay. It’s just a coincidence that she’s seen me correcting Lyra’s moves. You know ballet dancers aren’t always perfect.” Ms. Finnegan replied and Catherine scoffed at the instructor. “Like the time you were telling her that she shouldn’t have auditioned at my mom’s ballet concert because you think she wasn’t good enough? Nice try on using my mom so that you could have connections.” Anita was shocked at Catherine’s behavior while Ms. Finnegan was flustered.

She looked unusually meek saying those words. Morrigan took a step closer to Colfre. “So answer me, do you think this lifeless place needs to imprison someone just to bring back its life?” Morrigan’s eyes met Colfre’s, both of them stares with ardent intensity at each other. An unexplainable connection lingering between them. Colfre’s muscles tighten as Morrigan’s scent lingers near him, he was the first one to back away from her ardent gaze. He cleared his throat and looked away from the meek Morrigan standing in front of him. Morrigan noticed how Colfre felt uncomfortable with her standing in front of him so she walked towards her bed and sat down on the soft mattress.

Agnes’s expression tightened with a mixture of bitterness and amusement, a flicker of protectiveness shining through her eyes. With a touch of defiance, Agnes politely declined the offer, emphasizing that I was not a commodity to be bought or sold. She emphasized the bond we shared, a connection that extended far beyond the realm of ownership or transactions. Agnes’s words carried a subtle edge, a testament to her unwavering commitment to our partnership.

the woman announced as she walked behind him and kissed his neck, she smiled as she looked at us, she stayed leaning near Arimas whilst he played with her hair "I'm Thomas Birch, of the Unitaur coven, and ...." "Wait didn't you say you were from black wolf?" the woman insisted standing up straight now, even Arimas sat up straight. "No, he said we had just come from there, we were only visiting" I corrected "I'm Anastasia, queen of the seven kingdoms" Arimas stood up so fast I thought he might get whiplash, he put his drink down on the table near the sofa and started buttoning his shirt, I wanted to laugh at the sight

“Don’t do anything yet. Sit back, watch, see who his supporters are. I’ve already got an idea of a few from this evening. That woman, Camila, is one of them and there were a couple of other warriors that were trying to intimidate your omegas tonight at dinner. I think you need to clean house, Kieran, but you aren’t going to know who might try to undermine you if you show your hand this early.” “Camila ...” I know something happened with her, I just don’t remember what. ‘She was fucking grinding against you even after you told her to get off of you,’ Samson snarls. “Why would she do that?” I say, unintentionally asking out loud. “Who is she, and what did she do?” Reagan asks me. I look at her

Ethan instructed and Davis nodded. A few minutes later, the president and his daughter arrived. Agnes was putting on a red knee length tight town and exposed her slim waist and curves. The servants couldn't stop looking at her as she walked in. "Is she going to be Davis Sanchez's new wife?" "She's so sèxy and pretty". "I think she's prettier than ma'am Stella but it's such a shame that I love ma'am Stella and Mr Davis together, I didn't want them to split up".

It was Agnes, her message brief and efficient as always. **Agnes:** *On my way to the office. Let’s go over the game plan one more time before the meeting.* Anderson typed a quick response, setting his phone aside as he leaned back in his chair. He appreciated Agnes’s thoroughness—her attention to detail had been a crucial asset in preparing for this deal. But something about her intensity, her relentless drive, left him feeling slightly off-balance. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was a nagging sense that Agnes was holding something back, something he couldn’t see.

He was not about to underestimate another crazy woman with again. “Well, of course. I want to make this clean. Do you know how hard it is to clean blood of these floors? The whole place is so old they just get into places you can’t reach.” Miss. Agnes let out an annoyed sigh. “But. I don’t mind doing it dirty either. I know you and I both don’t want that, right?” She returned to her smile. “Time’s wasting. If I don’t give them the antidote in three hours, they’ll die you know.” Miss Agnes seemed to be losing her patience. She narrowed her eyes as her tone grew heavier. With a deep breath, Anderson nodded his head. Miss. Agnes seemed pleased. She smiled and took a few steps back to allow Ande