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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.

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…

Dianne tapped her forehead remembering how lame she was, as if there was no other scenario that wasn't at least marketable. "Oh my! Dianne!" Agatha burst out laughing. "Seriously, that's the most marketable story I've ever read in a novel or digital comic." "I know. It's sad." Dianne blamed herself. "I even bragged to Nicolas about him confessing his feelings to me first and his cruel behavior at the office because he was in denial about his feelings." Agatha laughed again, she knew Dianne was quite aggressive and a very unique girl, but this time how could the girl plagiarize the plot of the novel into her talk to the CEO?

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?'.

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Just past the first turn, she realised there was no house, no village in front of her, only a long stretch of whiteness bordered by snow-powdered hedges without a telltale rise in smoke in the distance. She didn't dare look up again for a long while. Time lost all meaning as she walked onward, her cheeks stinging, then without feeling, as hints of eventide crept in behind the melancholy December sky. It was then that Betty murmured an almost forgotten prayer from her childhood……...a little something to her guardian Angel begging an entree to paradise. ………………………….. She awoke stretching contentedly. Staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it took her a few moments to determine where she was, but

I protested to my parents in either skipping the school or transferring to another school but they forced me to be here as this is the only school which is best. I reserved a place in one of the seats available though nobody was there. I kept my bag and went in search of a nice book. I went to the thriller books section and searched for a book, perfect for reading at this moment. ‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to.

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

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

Agatha didn't expect Sarah to bring this up. She was so scared that she choked on water, Agatha coughed, her face red from choking on water. Agatha coughed a lot. She looked at Sarah with bewildered eyes, then she spoke. "Who are you? Why are you asking about these issues? What's your purpose?" Agatha looked at Sarah suspiciously. She wanted to know why Sarah was asking such questions. She stared at Sarah, as if she sensed something unusual was happening. Sarah handed her a handkerchief. She stared at Agatha, then she spoke.