Agnes Waterhouse Novels & Stories

“So, he ditched you?” “Oh, shut the fuck up, Michael!” Agnes gritted her teeth as she bared them to her cousin. The latter only laugh as if he is quietly enjoying how much she drown herself towards the heavy drinks she had inside her room. Agnes Gineva Garcia. One of the renown billionaires, heiress or Garcia’s group of companies, which she lead for years had just gotten herself ditched by no other than a Del Fierro. And of course, it was just a mere deal—for Midnight maybe, but for Agnes, it was both her dignity as woman, and as a businesswoman which had been put at shame.

Agnes was with me whenever I had difficulties. Agnes' position in my life is like that of a sister, friend, and colleague at any work. She's a she-wolf who lost her parents when she was 13 years old. That's because both of her parents volunteered in the war with a pack of wild wolves. Since then, my father has taken care of Agnes as a form of compensation for his parents' sacrifices. As a teenager, Agnes was difficult to approach. She seemed to keep to herself, didn't talk much, and sometimes just sat in the corner of the room while the others were partying.

It was simply… her. As the water lapped around her, it glistened against her skin, accentuating the gentle curve of her collarbone and the delicate swell of her cleavage. The warm water pooled at her neckline, tracing the outline of her form, making her look both elegant and tantalizingly vulnerable. I found myself captivated, caught between admiration and an instinctive urge to protect her. Agnes seemed flustered as she stammered out an explanation. “I’m so sorry! Thea wanted to take a bath with me. She asked me to wait for her to come back.”

“This is not the same situation, Agnes maintained. “You’re right. It's worse. At least Grandmother had the excuse of being eighty-three and convinced she was going to die before she saw me properly settled. What's your excuse? What possible justification do you have for going behind my back and negotiating my future like that?” Agnes got up from the sofa. When she drew herself up to her full height, she was still shorter than Felix by several inches. This was a woman who knew the art of making moves and strategies for four years, made friends with enemies to get her way and bowed her head to a controlling mother-in-law just so she could get what she wanted. She separated from a deadbeat husb

Chapter Sixty-One. Writer's POV… With the quickness, he used to speed out of the house, Agnes found it quite strange how concerned Ace is about Chloe. She honestly thought he sees her as a mere sex partner, but who knew he values her this much? “Oh well” she shrugged slightly before ascending the stairs. She met a maid in the hallway who she instructed to go get her a bottle of wine and a glass cup. Her order was carried immediately and soon in her room, she sat comfortably on the cushion, sipping stylishly from the glass cup.

A cup of hot coffee is less sweet for Ryan. Prrr… Prrr The super-fast boiling water bottle squealed. Agnes poured herself a cup of coffee. Finished, she took the hot cup of coffee and walked toward the CEO's office. As he passed a glass door, Agnes stopped. She looked at her reflection in the glass and smiled to herself. Her fair skin with her hair pulled up in a bun made her look so young. Blue eyes blinked a few times. Agnes put on an acting mask Coc! Coc! Coc! A rhythmic knock on the door resounded

She took a deep breath of relief and put her hands on her knees which were now fully healed. "Blossom, you've been in there for so long. Come out, already." She yelled and knocked on the door again. "Coming," Megara yelled from inside and stood up. The water flowed door her exquisite body like a river of milk as she stepped out of the bathtub. She grabbed her bathing robe and wore it before stepping out of the washing chamber. Once she walked out, she saw Agnes standing near her bed with her back facing Megara. Agnes was biting her nails as her gaze was fixated out of the window.

Vic sighed in relief, "Can I come to you now? I mean, these old rich bore me to death. They keep out-boasting each other about how many boats and houses they have. They sure know their math." "Okay, I will be waiting for you." Agnes happily prepared for Victoria to come. She needs to change to more decent clothing. Agnes wants to explore the shops in the town to avoid her husband for the day. She doesn't think she can be cordial to him today. Hurriedly she took a shower. While in the shower, she heard her friend entering the bedroom. Her friend must have hurried to her brimming with curiosity. She called for her, "Vic, can you give me the towel I left in the armchair. I forgot to bring it wi

Now that Jovana had pointed it out, she immediately said, "I'll go boil some water right now." After saying that, Agnes did not dare to be sloppy and hurried to do it. The kettle was filled with water and was ready in a few minutes. However, when the water started boiling, she didn't dare to go there again. She felt that the chairman's wife looked too imposing. Although there were no tea leaves in the house, Agnes still chose a special tea set and poured three cups of water. When she brought the tea out, the room was empty... Oh no, something bad had happened!

“I am Lorenzo Byers, and I am the founder of the BENZO group of companies.” Agnes choked on the water she was drinking as she stood up gently from the couch with Aaron opposite her. “That is…” She coughed out loud, dropping the glass cup in her hand and not minding the way it shattered to the ground. She hit her chest and then coughed again. “That is…” “Lorenzo?” Aaron whispered, and then removed his medicated glasses from his eyes as if that was going to help him to see clearer.