Novel & Cerita Novel Santi Agatha

She never wanted to see his eyes the way they had been earlier downstairs when they thought that she was dead. Now she was being cuddled in his lap and Gabriel kept his nose right by her neck. Since he could not feel their bond or Rica being able to touch her and having her scent around him was the only way that he and Conri were able to be reasonably calm. They were listening as Agatha explained that she had been able to heal the hunter. She basically brought him back from death and was warning Gabriel that she might not be able to save him next time if he continued on the same way.

Singers' face. Agatha's eyes widened in shock as she witnessed his unexpected actions; this was not part of the plan. She was supposed to persuade Mr. Singers. Moving swiftly, she positioned herself between the two men, using her own body as a barrier to shield Mr. Singers from the gun pointed at him. "I will persuade him to hand over the code to you," she declared with determination. Banito's response was a scoff filled with disdain. He regarded Agatha as a delusional daydreamer unlike any he had encountered before. "Do you truly believe he would heed the words of a traitor like you?" Banito sneered, his skepticism evident in his tone.

My stepmother wasn’t just complicit—she was deeply involved in dismantling everything my father had built. As I tried to process the revelation, Thiago’s phone buzzed. He answered it, his expression darkening with every passing second. “What is it?” I asked as he hung up. “That was Marcus,” he said grimly. “We’ve got a problem. Agatha’s been spotted at a private airstrip outside the city. She’s not running. She’s bringing someone in.” “Who?” Thiago hesitated, his jaw tightening. “Someone I didn’t think I’d ever have to face again.”

My blood turns to ice as Agatha's voice comes "Wow, wow! What is going on here?" Maligils straightens her back, standing up for where she sat immediately and turning to face my mother with dignity despite the fear I know she is feeling. Agatha stands at the end of the corridor, two guards beside her and ready to attack anybody she says she should attack. They are like her minions. I wonder what they gain from her, but I know that Sunday- the one standing by her left- is not just an ordinary guard. I sense that something fishy is going on between Agatha and Sunday

Agatha argued. “Oh, come on, Agatha, I am sure London has many more gorgeous women than me,” Mishka said, rolling her eyes. “That’s true, but there is some kind of attraction, some kind of innocence in you that one can rarely find in this city called London,” Agatha said, and they heard a knock on their door. Agatha looked at Mishka in the mirror while keeping a hand on her shoulder, “Are you ready to shock, Sir Christian?” Agatha teased Mishka and then turned to open the door but found Christian’s driver instead of him.

Agatha called. She stepped forwards and faced Cassandra. Among all the people here, she can easily tell that Cassandra was not surprised and happy to see her. Instead, she was stunned and scared as if she saw a ghost who rose into ashes. “How have you been?” She asked, wearing an evil smile. Her eyes went down to her hands and she smirked even more after watching her hands shivering. “My best friend,” she added. Now, her eyes shifted at Rio in front. It seems like he was still trying to absorb everything.

argh’ “If I can't get him through the conversation, I'll just see what I'll do if he's not given.” Agatha immediately approached Larry who had been standing by the door. She seduce him with her beauty and enchantment until Larry gave in and Agatha slowly approached Larry and brought her mouth close to the man's ear, and immediately Agatha elbowed Larry's neck causing his body to fall to the pavement. “Pervert.” she mumbled.

Agatha's POV. Ever since my last encounter with Brian, I haven't been able to erase him from my mind. I agree that I am a s×x worker, and it's my job to have random men. But ever since I met him, all the other men did not make sense to me anymore. I just wanted him and only him. I promise myself to fight for him until I am finally with him. I am glad to know that he and his wife are having marital problems. I guess this is the perfect opportunity to win him over. So I decide to call him so that we can be together at night, and I am glad when he accepts my invite.

Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ Age 39 | Capone Estate | Chicago, Illinois. Saint Agatha’s always smelled the same, like melted wax and old stone, like incense soaked into wooden pews, like memory. My knees buckled before I even meant for them to. My hands were shaking so badly I had to grip the altar just to steady myself. “Please…” I whispered, though my voice barely made a sound. “Please keep him safe.”

Instead of staying with her, Gabriel preferred to play with his new toys. "You are killing yourself. If you don't eat, how will you have the strength to fight for your love?" While sniffing, Agatha drew her pillow closer. "It is over. He doesn't want me anymore." Again, she started to sob. For months, she had been acting in that way. Many warriors rushed in when her door unexpectedly opened. Agatha sat up straight in shock. "What's happening here? Why would you come into my room without even showing me some respect? I am your Luna." She reminded.