Margo Edith And Agnes Novels & Stories

"I have always known, Ethan. Almost everyone in the mansion knew. They were just scared for their dear lives at the cost of their means of livelihood, I don't blame them. Those people are your enemy in disguise." My eyes blinked in confusion as Craig began to spill. "Both Jane and Martha were accomplice and had worked together to get rid of Freya and her pregnancy. But they had no idea Agnes nor I had caught them times without number." Neither was I shocked by Craig's revelation but Jane and Martha working together? How? "How do you mean by they had worked together, Craig?" "Even before you left for the states, I had caught them with my own eyes and ears—their plans before they were executed

I needed answers—no matter what it took. Maximum glanced at me carefully before asking, "Madam Margret, how did Agnes become pregnant with my wife here, instead of Stella, who was supposed to be her biological mother?" Madam Margret stared blankly for a moment, then responded softly, "Both the young mistress and Agnes were pregnant by the same man, Lionel. He was sleeping with my mistress and her most trusted maid. When he was caught, he fled, abandoning my mistress to face the entire Wilson family. After she lost everything, her heart grew cold—the once sunny, beautiful, kind mistress disappeared, replaced by someone I hardly recognized."

she demanded, glaring at each other. Millie and Eddie exchanged confused glances and shook their heads. “No. We don't know you. Where is granny Agnes?” Millie demanded to know with clenched teeth. The Lady growled crossly at Millie. “She isn't your granny. She's out the way and won't return.” she chuckled. “We can be together now and rule over everything with our powers together, my children. Call me mother!” Eddies eyes glazed over as a thought popped into his head, he stared at the woman. “Our mother is dead. You are not her.”

This was where Kate saw Agnes’ face for the first time. There was a life-size portrait of her beside the fireplace. In it, Agnes was dressed in a strapless red evening gown with a full skirt that reached her ankles. Her shoulders were covered with a furry shawl and her neck was adorned with pearls. Agnes’ jet-black hair was pinned up in an intricate updo. Her bright red lipstick matched her dress perfectly, while her twinkling hazel-green eyes stared back at Kate from the picture. It seemed as if Agnes was gazing directly at Kate with an expression of pity on her stunningly beautiful face. Was that a warning to Kate from Agnes in the afterlife? Or was she being unnecessarily superstitious?

Mom had argued with Dad for a long time that day. She begged through tears, "I made the mistake, but Edith has nothing to do with it. She's your child. She longs for your love. Please, just love her a little." But not long after, Agnes moved into our home. Once she arrived, she and Dad looked more like a married couple than my parents ever had. They kissed and embraced in front of Mom, who stood there silently as though she were an outsider in her own home. I knew she was heartbroken. I heard her cry every night.

I asked, because politeness is habit and habit keeps people human. She looked at Marcus for a long moment and then at me, and there was some indecipherable calculation in the way she measured us. “I’m Agnes Woodford,” she said. “Nora’s aunt. I used to be a friend of Maggie’s. I’ve been keeping a promise for a long time.”

∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆ •I was dumbfounded by what Margot said but at the same time I had to show empathy towards her situation. Losing a loved one is not the easiest path to go through, it may even seem impossible but some aspects of life only show the awful side of it, I can easily tell that Margot is a tenacious and independent person but the simple fact of mentioning the unfortunate accident of her sister could bring her down to the lowest form of herself. We were at the coffee shop and Margot just stared blankly at her coffee which I understand. Sharing this story with someone you barely know is tough and yet she had the courage to do it. She trusted me and I can't make her regret what she

Edith looked at Agatha, who was getting people to topple the tombstone. She was so frantic that she didn't even hang up before she ran over to them. "Stop! Stop!" The workers Agatha had hired stopped when they heard someone yelling. Edith ran over to Agatha, looking flustered. "Grandma, you can't do this. This is immoral!" Agatha looked at Edith, whose face was covered in a silk scarf. She was instantly unhappy. "Edith, why are you here?"

Ursula clapped her hands happily as she walked froward to pull an embarrassed Beth. “Yes” Anne-Marie also clapped her hands happily. The last few times she came was rather somber…with cousin being unwell and Cousin’s wife looking like a ghost. “We thought the kids….” Beth started hesitantly “Martin said that Mira is working without even eating….” “Ha… ha…ha…” Agnes laughed “Why are you explaining?” “We all had the same intention.” Agnes shrugged as she pulled Anne-Marie to the dining room.

The two women had known each other since they were children, playing on the beaches and dunes as WWII bombers and fighter planes courted each other high in the sky. Agnes had been proprietor at the town library for most of her life. In fact, most townsfolk could not remember a time when Agnes hadn’t been the town librarian. She was a slim, wiry woman with a thin nose and grey hair that always seemed to be pulled up into a bun. A small, blue bookies pen was rammed behind her left ear. Rain or shine, she wore a mauve body warmer, but Agnes was known for her malfunctioning hearing aid, an archaic device that often picked up more than the conversations of those about her. Rumour had it that on m