Novel & Cerita Agnes Sampson

Chapter 1 Xena Remington What can be a very stupid decision when it comes to your career? Being an HR Manager to one of the most dangerous people in this country. On paper it looks great. Xena Remington, working as a Senior HR under the Lancaster Empire. Till now my job has been very easy, just finding people to hire and keeping everyone in the office happy by managing their complains. On occasions, it has gotten difficult when it comes to being there when your acquaintances are fired but hey, it’s a part of my job.

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..."

But in the midst of that chaotic tapestry, one image stood out like a beacon of light in the darkness: Agnes. As the silvery glow in her eyes dimmed, Seraphina knew that Agnes had not only regained her powers but had ascended to a level of mastery that was awe-inspiring. She had become a witch of the first order, a title reserved for the most skilled and formidable among their kind. Seraphina's heart swelled with pride and admiration for the young witch. Agnes, who had once been stripped of her magic, had not only reclaimed her abilities but had surpassed all expectations. She had risen like a phoenix from the ashes, stronger and more determined than ever. It was a testament to her resilienc

It's barely twenty four hours and she's like this. "Here's the last question for you miss" Annabella sniffs,trying to listen but before the investigator could talk,the door bursted open and a sergeant came in "The final result of the autopsy is out sir" He said "So...." "The last food she ate was the one poisoned and that was her dinner" The sergeant said and Annabella looked up immediately The cops entered almost instantly and Annabella stood up "You're under arrest Miss Annabella for the murder of little Miss Casey Campebells,you're advised to stay quiet or whatever you say might be used against you in the law court" The cop said as he handcuffed her

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.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

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.