Blackheart Agatha Novels & Stories

~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sh, close your eyes sweetheart. You're safe with me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Unconsciously my mind flashed back to the time I had seen his upper body part, I'm worried what if the beast try ravishing me? That would definitely be the end of me! He's so huge no doubt he's going to tear me apart even without seeing him fully yet. Another sob escaped, I quickly dressed up, by the time I was done, I met the the girl waiting for me outside.

“Eww don’t do that.” “Do what?” She flicked her fingers towards my body. “Get all excited about something that isn’t even there.” I ignored her dig. “Just tell me.” after a pause I added. “Bitch.” Athena actually let out a laugh at that. “Wow just because you said the b-word I will tell you.” She kept her coffee cup back on the table. “So a year back I went for this Halloween party. I was feeling low, like I usually do because I was away from home for Christmas, again. Anyways one of my friends made me dress up for this party and since I own all black clothes-” she pointed to the black crop top and black jeans she was wearing, “-I decided to be a Black widow.”

"What do you think you're doing?" Carmen's disgusting voice echoed in the empty room. I jumped out in shock and looked at her sharply. "Are you planning on giving me a heart attack?" She just laughed and sit in front of me. "Chill. For now, my plan is to be on the spotlight again, but this time... not because of hatred," she sighed. "Oh... cool? I guess," I chuckled nervously. She looked at me flatly. "Tell me, Agatha. What's your secret?"

Her heart thundered against her chest as he buried more wet kisses on her neck. “What do you say?” Click! The door to the attic flew open. They froze. Selena slammed her hands into his chest, shoving him back hard enough to stumble.

“Then I need you to get me some names of the members of the Black organization.” “Black organization?” “Yes, that’s their codename. You’ll learn who they are soon enough—they’re the ones gunning for both of us. The organization is infamous for brutal, high-profile crimes, but their members remain ghosts. No faces, no names. Martello is likely one of them. Dig deeper. You can pull that off, right?” “Deal.” “Don’t worry about how to get the information from you. I have many eyes on you,” he said before I even had to ask.

Gerald pinned me to the couch and had his way with me over and over again. … I mopped the floor, my waist still sore from yesterday's activities. Then, Rachel tottered to me in her heels with another young woman who was dressed expensively. They shoved me into the bathroom and refused to let me leave. I stared at the other woman for a while before laughing softly. Rachel scowled and snapped, "What are you laughing at?" I was laughing at how these rich kids conspired to commit crimes. The arrogant woman with Rachel was Isla Sadler—she was one of the people who'd caused Lila's death.

She is part of the organization, that's why she bears the wolf brand, a mark belonging to us, on her hand and neck. Only those closest to us wear the wolf symbol on their neck, signifying their loyalty. Not to mention the tattoo on her chest, the Ace of Hearts, which is our brand - the Black brothers' mark. She is our missing Ace, forever ours. But one of the girls was outraged. "What kind of absurd joke is this? You can't talk to us like that! Who do you think you are?" Penny introduced herself, her last name is Black, leaving the girls pale.

I screamed. Footsteps started approaching us at a speed greater than that of a usual walk. "Eventually, you'll realize that you cannot escape your destiny," Agatha stated. Then she took out a pocket knife and unsheathed it. "What are you doing? Do you want to attack me with that?" I accused her again. On the contrary, Agatha smiled. "Break the seal. . ." She whispered. Then in a swift action, she slit her own throat. I gasped in shock.

“Uck! Ahhh…” “How does it feel?” Brett asked while jerking off. “G-Good,” Agatha answered honestly. “There’s one more way to feel better. Your left hand is free. It would be better if you touch your breast with that hand.” Agatha looked at her clothed breasts. She wasn’t sure if Brett was telling the truth, but she was curious and she wanted to try. So, with her left hand, she awkwardly rubbed her clothed left breast. Agatha saw flash of white.

“Are you mad? This is personal vengeance, not governance—” “You’re damn right it’s personal,” I snapped, my voice was sharp. “She just murdered my child. She cursed my mate. She tried to destroy everything we’ve built. She won’t see another full moon. I swear it.” Silence followed. Not one of them had the nerve to argue. Then the doors behind me opened. I turned just slightly and saw Agatha walking in. “I overheard,” she said plainly, stepping forward. “And I agree.” Kallis blinked. “Agatha—”