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I reached for it, my fingers trembling slightly, a sense of foreboding washing over me. There was no return address, no markings, just my name, printed in stark, black letters: AGATHA DE ROSSI – PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL I tore it open, my hands shaking, my breath catching in my throat. Inside, there was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly in thirds, and a small, silver USB drive. My eyes scanned the page, the words, typed in a simple, unadorned font, hitting me like a physical blow. Agatha,

Viona questioned hurriedly, " What's wrong? Have you seen her face? Who was she?" Damien also kept staring at Agatha with an expectant look. His wolf was impatient to know the identity of that murderer. Agatha replied letting out a deep exhale, " I couldn't see her face but there is one thing that I am sure about now." Damien's frown tightened again. Getting closer, he asked in a husky voice, " What is it?" Agatha continued reaching out to grab a book and flipped through the pages hastily untill she found the correct piece of news,

He walked away after responding to my question. The incident caused a lot of disputes in the school, and it also attracted the council's subordinates to the school. If only Jackson had listened to me, all this wouldn't have occurred. "Agatha, Can I talk to you?". Mrs Nina walked into the classroom and took me away from my lesson. We got to her office. " Ma'am, Is everything alright?". I sat on the chair and asked her. "Agatha, where were you at the party last night?'.

But then, there was no glimpse of him around the house and all their men were dead. “Amethyst!” Agatha exclaimed from downstairs. “What's going on?” She quickly asked. There was Agatha, standing in front of the dining table with a big red question mark drawn on it. She touched it and examined what they used to write it. “It's lipstick,” she uttered. “I think he was kidnapped,” Agatha said with worries as she eyed her back. “What do we do, Amethyst?” She asked with fear. “I think Rio and Cassandra are behind this,” she added.

He looked at me funny. "In all that time you were in there, that is all she said?" he asked me. I didn't look at him. I knew I would start talking once those green eyes pierced mine. I took out my phone and typed. Agatha says she thinks there are spies here, listening in on us. She says everything I need to know about me, and my destiny will be found in a book your father is bringing later", I wrote. He looked at it, then looked around before nodding and handing me my phone. I deleted the message from my notes.

Gerald looked up. “I’ve found everything about her. She’s dead. She died twenty-four years ago, months after we visited Russia. But she didn’t die in Russia. It was here, in New York.” Gerald frowned. “What did she come to do in New York?” His assistant shook his head. “Find out. In detail.” Gerald bit his fingers, his mind unwillingly connecting dots he didn’t want to connect. At Damien’s Mansion Agatha had waited, but Damien still hadn’t returned. She called Stella again.

On the other side of the room, a bookshelf sat in the corner, displaying an assortment of well-arranged books and a few files. In general, the room felt cozy and peaceful. It was just... "Wow! " Christiana exclaimed in awe. She headed to the bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the books and finally landed on a novel. Christian's eyes lit in excitement and she took it. It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER.

I sat beside her, and she immediately stretched her legs back out, her feet landing in my lap. "What are you reading?" She held up the book without looking away from the page. "A mystery novel. A detective in Victorian London." I caught sight of the cover. A woman in a low-cut dress leaned against a man in a top hat, their faces inches apart in the fog. The Scarlet Letter Murders. I grabbed the book from her hands. "Hey!" She sat up, reaching for it. I flipped through a few pages. My eyes landed on a passage. His mouth found the hollow of her throat as his fingers worked the laces of her corset…

"How did you know my address?" "The Notebook." Agatha dodged the question. "Where's the notebook? I know there's significant information that the notebook held. " "Follow me." Kathy responded as she walked to her bedroom, while Agatha silently followed her. She quickly grabbed the notebook she'd stashed beneath her bed and handed it to her.Agatha quickly grabbed it and silently read the first journal out loud. As soon as she finished reading the first entry, she closed the notebook and handed it back. "I knew it." Agatha commented under her breath. "He wants to take revenge on our father. I can't blame him though. "

Agatha, a frail figure with weathered features, sat in a worn armchair by the fireplace, her piercing gaze fixed upon me. “You've come,” she say, her voice laced with a mixture of weariness and anticipation. “The chosen one walks among us once again.” I approach her cautiously, my eyes drawn to the ancient books surrounding her, their faded spines whispering secrets of forgotten ages. “Agatha,” I began, my voice betraying both determination and trepidation. “I seek your guidance. The Night Howlers have fallen under a curse that plagues our lineage.” Agatha nodded knowingly, her eyes glimmering with ancient wisdom. Yes, child,” she replied, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. “The cu