Margo Edith Agnes Novels & Stories

The closer I got, the heavier the air felt. By the time I reached the cemetery, my hands were shaking. I parked, stepped out, and the wind met me with the smell of wet earth and old stones. I walked deeper into the rows—past cracked marble, moss-covered crosses, names I didn’t recognize. Then the map stopped glowing. I stepped closer. A simple tombstone, with the carvings. Agnes Rosette. 1950-1999. She died before I was even born.

Adding someone like Magdalena to the mix would ensure that she would bristle and erect her defenses as soon as she sniffed them out and Margo had sniffed her out. “What do you want to know?” Magdalena asked, sighing as she swallowed the last little bite. “I want to know a number of things.” Margo said, handing her the water bottle. “First I want to know if you know anything about an Agent Saunders disappearing?” “Agent Saunders?” Magdalena frowned. “I know there was a woman I was supposed to watch for. I don’t really remember the name though… She didn’t necessarily strike my fancy.” “That would be her.” Margo sighed, shaking her head.

Edith replied. “She’s crazy if she thinks she can beat Agnes by herself. Agnes currently has the power of like ten or twenty dead Immortal's, including Solis; Mary will get killed,” Herculia said. “I know, we tried to warn her, but she wouldn't listen. She yelled at Marie and marched out of the dining hall angrily. Nicole and Melody have been assigned to tail her to make sure she's okay. I would like to join them too, but I'm needed more on the battlefield with the others,” Edith replied with a sad expression.

Margaret opened her mouth to slowly say that. “Really?” Agnes’ eyes sparkled. Her lips stretched taut to the point that her gums were showing. “Thank you!” “Then I’ll be in my room until later tonight!” Agnes said her goodbye before dashing off again. As her back was facing Margaret, she hasn’t seen how her cold gaze follow her back. Agnes was gone from her sight, and Margaret unhurriedly took something from her pocket. It was a phone. She looked at it and unhesitatingly dialed a number. After dialing the number, the contact’s name appeared.

“That’s what you said about Bobbi. It’s how you got me to participate in that disastrous double date.” “It wasn’t a disaster until we got the bill.” “Either way, I’m not hurdling another fence because of your overactive libido.” “Nothing like that is going to happen again. And besides, all I’m asking is for some extra information. Margo and Lana are friends. Close friends. She was a bridesmaid at your wedding.” “I don’t know any more than you do already. She’s an independent computer programmer and IT specialist, she’s been married and divorced twice, and she lives on my street. Period, the end.”

Something in his tone made her obey. Rane reached to the side of his desk and picked up a folder. He placed it carefully in front of her, opened it, and turned it so she could see. Mara looked down. Journal pages. Photographed. Dated entries in Agnes’s handwriting. She recognized it immediately—the small, careful script, the dates always underlined.

If he had and he still protected her so, he was most likely psychologically perverted. Margot coughed drily and smiled at Meredith. "Edith, I'm here to see you. How are you?" It was as if Meredith did not hear her. She remained there like a statue.

It was not only Dane. The Snyders on the side also had unpleasant looks on their faces. Mable smiled brightly. “Did I disappoint you?” Marissa could not help but feel a chill run down her spine as she looked at the smiling Mable. Agnes faced the wedding guests and said, “Hello, everyone. I’m Agnes, the eldest grandchild of the Jeffersons. I was schemed against two years ago and became injured. I don’t know who spread the rumors saying I was dead.

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

"The accounts are too well hidden. Every time I find a thread, it splits into three more. But I found one connection that does not split. One payment that was made directly from Argos Holdings to an individual. Not a shell company. Not an offshore account. A person." "Margot Vane." "Yes. The payment was made thirty years ago. A lump sum. Large enough to live on for a very long time. After that payment, Margot Vane disappeared from all public records. No tax filings. No property records. No death certificate. Nothing." "What about before the payment? Who was she?" "Arthur's personal assistant. She worked for Sterling Global for three years in the early days. She was young. Early twenties. Acc