Mary Agnes Godless Novels & Stories

“Aye, as Ol’ Maud is the one wantin’ to go solo, I guess I’d better not moan about how the tune’s playin’ out.” Their focus returned to the screen, Agnes taking the mouse and using the central wheel to scroll down the internet search pages. “Problem is we have no reference point to all of this,” she said. “We don’t know who this girl is or what she did.” Maud rubbed at her chin, eyes scrutinising the screen. ‘Well, we know this town ain’t natural. What say we assume this girl ain’t either?” Agnes arched her eyebrows. “Interesting. Go on.”

She really wanted to see what kind of expression the God might be having , was he looking at Agnis with an expression like he sucked lemon ? " No , her pleas are even more disgusting than sucking sour lemons " beside her a man spoke and Chelsea jumped looking startled , she looked at the handsome man who was now dressed in dress robes . " What are you doing here ?" seeing that no one was paying attention on Etah who popped up from nowhere , she could only act casual and chat with the God using her thoughts . " This is the final battle , how can I miss it ?" said the God with a wink then he pointed down at his wrist and Chelsea followed his gaze " Looks like the spell really did pointed at yo

When the receptionist manager came to work the look on her face was not good. I am sure she will make us have a bad day, I said to myself. Good morning ma, I greeted her. Morning she replied. Turning to me, and you Mary, why were you not at work yesterday. Huh, I cleared my throat. I was not feeling too well, so I went to the hospital.

Miranda challenged him and Nikolai burst out laughing yet again. " Tessa Rogers AKA scorpion,secure her before it's too late." Nikolai said seriously, patted Miranda's shoulders and walked away leaving a dumbfounded Miranda. If she was not wrong, scorpion was the name of a bomb expert who was running away from her country after she was accused of colluding with terrorists and bombed a city in country A. Did that mean sfe had been hiding in the country for all those years? But Miranda had no time to contemplate that. She needed to act asap. It seems like the rebels were targeting people with extraordinary skills in assembling and creating bombs. Just yesterday,it was Gabriel and now it's anot

“I got her the best gift for her sixteenth birthday.” “You better have.” He chuckled as he suddenly came to a stop. “Talking about the principessa.” “Papa.” I heard the softest, most angelic voice yell from the top of the stairs. My gaze slowly moved up, finding the most stunning woman my eyes have ever laid eyes on. “Isadora, come down and greet your godfather.” Francisco waved her down, making me gulp. Isadora? That was my angel? There was no way that this beautiful woman was my goddaughter. She looked at least twenty-five. Fūck my life.

It was the beginning of something new. I was no longer someone’s wife or shadow. I was the Godmother of the mafia families, Xavier’s mother, Kane’s beloved, and most importantly, I was myself. A year later, in a port city in Eustona, someone spotted a familiar figure. The man was ragged, limping on one leg. When he looked up, his face was covered in scars and humiliation. It was James. He saw me and instantly looked away in terror, ducking into the crowd like a rat scurrying across the street.

Only two remained before me, and I could feel every whispered insult as I took my place at the back. The high priestess stood at the center of the clearing, her robes flowing like liquid silver in the soft breeze. Her piercing eyes found me as I approached, narrowing with unmistakable irritation. “Lila Fletcher,” she said, her tone too sharp, heavy with exasperation. “Late as always. Let’s hope this year is different, for your sake.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from snapping back. She didn’t need to say it—I knew what everyone here thought of me.

much.” This woman really has no shame! Can’t she see that I am right beside Conner? Time to make myself noticed. I stepped forward and said, “Look what the cat dragged in? A stray mouse.” I then gave her a mocking smile. Margaret’s facial expression changed from an angel to a devil. “You b****!” I dramatically placed my hand over my mouth, “Oh! Was it too much? I even used mouse instead of rat thinking that it would be more subtle to use.” Margaret’s frown grew deeper and stomped her feet harder. “You! You don’t have any right to call me that! I am Margaret Laviv! Should I put you back to your place?! Know your place!” I dramatically gasp “Oh! Oh no! you’re who? Margaret Laviv? Who is that?

During the banquet, Celia had played with the Sterling family's ancestral oracle blocks like a curious child. That night, Celia cast nine blessed results in a row. The entire hall had been stunned. Everyone praised her as the daughter-in-law destined for the Sterling family. He had smiled with delight back then. Because those nine blessed casts were a miracle he had created with his own hands, weighting the blocks with lead in advance. Everything had gone smoothly. Everyone envied Celia. That young girl who used to hide behind others had been cherished so publicly for the first time. What had he said to Caroline then?

Saw the way those silver eyes darkened, pupils dilating slightly as they traced the line of his throat, the curve of his jaw. "Commander Drayke," Queen Ysoria's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "How good of you to join us." Monster. The word rang through Caelum's mind, but it carried less conviction than it should have. … Several months earlier... General Velis Drayke stood cloaked in the shadows of Ashan's Great Cathedral, where the air reeked of incense and human devotion. Golden light from countless candles guttered against cold marble, casting the gathered congregation in a soft, forgiving glow that did nothing to mask the rot beneath the ceremony's gilded surface.