Novel & Cerita Blackheart Agatha

(I wish so) ** The Author POV. Its was a rainy season and the weather was obvious. Drops of rain dropped on the bare ground, cleaning the footprints of mammals. A man and woman could be seen lying on a greenish grasses with their faces up. “Are we going back to the palace today?” She asked , seductively. “Keep quiet , Elizabeth” The man answered, opening his eyes. He was trying to concentrate but she was distracting him. He was wearing a black garment and a trouser to match; the sleeves folded up to his elbows while his hands tucked into his garment pockets, the opened garment showed the toned chest apparent between the folds of black silk. A black jacket was lying across the hills.

but nowadays, as far as I'm concerned, nobody can really tell what's running through her head half or even all the time. The things she does, the stuff she says... she's a totally different person! Life really fucked her up... more than she'd care to admit. “Star?” dad called her, that childish nickname he gave her long ago because of her obsession with the stars... But I haven't heard anybody call her that in a while, and by the shock on Max's face, I could tell she hasn't either. I saw her swallow hard and then casually return her gaze back outside. “What?” but she still couldn't return her voice to sound completely neutral... There was actually emotion in it... anger... and sadness?

My face paled instantly realizing I was stuck in this position “You can’t go anywhere, I have you trapped here white wolf.” She said with a bored tone. “Who are you and what the hell do you want? I said calmly to her as I looked into her white eyes. “It’s not really a want because I’m already going to take what’s mine.” She walked closer to me smiling evily as she ran a hand down my cheek. If I could shift I would had bitten her arm off. “My name is Agatha and I'm the strongest dark witch you’ll ever meet darling.” she walked back over to her spot watching me.

Elena Romano understood firsthand that in the world of thieves, everything had a price—except resurrecting dead men. If that had been on the table, her father would still be alive, and Lorenzo Salvatore wouldn't be on her hit list. Her olive-toned skin blended with the darkness, making her almost invisible. For the right price, anything could be bought on the thriving black market of the underworld—maps, blueprints, access codes. Her underworld connections yielded the blueprints to the Salvatore estate. It was pretty easy to kill someone in their own home, no matter how secure they thought they were. The Mafia bosses weren't immune to secrets sold on the black market, though it was pricier t

And worse—they get the people you care about killed. But I couldn’t shake it. The image of her on that dark road, trembling but still standing. The way she clutched that rag like it was the only weapon she had. The way her eyes searched mine, like maybe she wanted to believe me when I told her she didn’t have to be scared. Yeah. I was tangled in her now. Whether I wanted to be or not. And if Crow was right—and he usually was—then whatever ghosts Lucy carried wouldn’t stay in the dark forever.

But I need to try. * * * * * * * * * By the time I reach her gate, my palms are sweaty, and my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. I stand there for a moment, staring at the metal gate as if it is the only thing standing between me and redemption. My hand shakes as I finally knock.

Agatha said calmly, facing the dense dark forest ahead. "How can you say that?" He asked calmly. "I could see things which many couldn't," She said slowly and he clenched his fist. His wolf purred at the thought of that girl loving him but... how could he? He cannot forget Sarah, no matter how much he tried. But then there was this girl with big brown eyes. She was making him go insane, even the thought of her going away made him crazy.

“I convict myself of the death of Christie Claricel. I should have listened to her. I have sinned and I am going to hell—if there is hell at all. Yet, I am living in my own personal hell on Earth. Retribution is a must. There needs to be payback.” Shaking in tears, Agatha took off her undershirt revealing her brown body and abnormally skinny frame. Her ribs jutted out of her skin like canyons on her torso. Her arms were frail and flesh seemed to protrude to the surface—like her skin was glued to her bone. Agatha pulled up a ray’s whip in front of her, barbed at the very end.

the arrogant woman said. "Well... we're allowing you to trespass here, Maribel. But if that's what you think of our place, then I'll personally drag you out of here," Agatha said, standing behind the bar counter. "Whoa. Chill out, guys. Is that what you learned from your team building? To gang up on a nice and beautiful creature like me? Anyway, I won't be surprised," she said and gave me a once-over, from head to toe. "Well, I'm leaving now. I just came to check on Ando because I'm worried about him. Especially since his heartless boss is blackmailing him. Pathetic," she added before leaving with her hips swinging.

I feel like my heart has just floated out of my body and flown to the air. Agatha's mind and its always unwelcomed inhabitant told her to get herself together because she was no longer a dreaming teenager, but a prominent system user part-timing as a business queen. Someone like her who had long been exposed to the trickeries and dark side of this world should not act like a naive and easily pleased child. She was disgracing herself as an immoral host! However, who could blame her for reacting like this when the person she had found with difficulty akin to a hell-mode of a dungeon game proposed to her? To make her his fiancee, and later on, his wife?