Novel Santi Agatha Novels & Stories

I picked up his attention and he responded, " What type of truce? " "Whatever you want, in exchange for my dad". Without stalling, I declared my intentions. He looked at my face. "Agatha, Do you know what you're about to do?". "Yes, I know, so please tell me", I answered his question. And so he said. "Fine. In exchange for your dad, I ask for you in marriage, become my Queen, Agatha".

“What the fuck?” “I did not freeze thy mouth, young man, as I need all minds to focus on what to do, but if ye insist on such foul language, I will do so,” Agatha warned. “Now, please pay attention. Time is short.” She took a deep breath before continuing. “I come from the year 1692. I am a witch. A vampire turned a lovely young lass who was my friend and my protégé, into a vampire. She escaped him before he was able to complete the claiming of her and came to me for aid. I have done what is possible to protect her, but now I require thy assistance.” “I’m confused,” Tim mumbled. “Agatha, is it?”

Kathy looks at the notebook she's still holding. "Oh, while I was walking back, someone bumped me and dropped this. I was like, return it to him, but he vanished, so I decided to keep it and look for the owner during my extra time. " "Oh, just open the notebook." "Maybe later." Suddenly, Agatha stands up and lights her cigarette. "Well, I have to go, Kathy. I have some men to fuck. Also, it was nice to know you for a while. "See you later, my amigo. " Agatha took a sip from her cigar before she left the police station.

Agatha wakes up at 4am ,She quickly goes to the bathroom to freshen up and prepare for work. She still feels very sick but she doesn't want Samantha to stop her from going , she knew she had to pretend to be fine so she could go to work. Samantha who had been pretending to be sleeping while Agatha entered into the bathroom, quickly opened Agatha's hand bag. She takes her cellphone and searches for Harry's number on her phone list. Swiping through the number saved on her android phone , she sights the number saved as Mr Harry.

Charles POV: The city was alive with its usual sounds as I sat in my office, high above the busy streets. Cars honked their horns, people chatted on the sidewalks, and the rain fell in a steady rhythm. I was lost in thought, my mind filled with images of her - Agatha De Rossi. I had known about Agatha's arrest even before she did. My spies at Richards Inc. had kept me informed, Nathan want her destroyed, and I had confirmed it with my sources at NexGen Tech.

Damien said, rubbing his head. "I would have gladly watched " , I told him. I linked beta Jax to set up a meeting for us with Agatha. Agatha was a seer. The only woman on the entire earth with the ability to give messages from the God's. She is also well versed in magic, though she is only half witch. If anyone knew what is wrong with us, it would be her.

"The truth, I think. That I went through something that helped me understand what I really wanted. She doesn't need the supernatural details." David nodded, understanding. "Some stories are meant for certain audiences." "Exactly." Shantali sat up, reaching for her phone. "Though I suspect my novel will find its way to the people who need to read it." As if summoned by their conversation, her phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number: *Ms. Cross, this is Maria Santos from the night shift. Garcia gave me your number. I've been experiencing some unusual phenomena in the Egyptian wing. Could we talk?*

I couldn't tell. However, before I could say anything else, Agatha's cold voice cut through the silence. "How touching," she said mockingly. "A beautiful fairy tale. But that's all it is - a story. The truth is, Dante has a true mate. And it's not you, little rogue." I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. "What?" I whispered. Agatha's smile was triumphant and cruel. "Linda," she said, pointing to the bitch standing near Dante. "She's Dante's true mate. She's the one he's meant to be with. You're just... a temporary distraction."

Two broken syringes are lying near Perroni’s unconscious body. Priest and I frown in surprise. “Who is she?” Santana’s face pales. “There’s this Russian woman who drugs the girls and preps them to be sold at auction; we have to help them! Let’s go; I’ll show you.” Priest cocks a brow. “Let’s go help them then. We should be fine now that Perroni and Christoph are incapacitated.” A fat lot of help he is. “No, Priest. We have to take San back to safety; she’s hurt.” I croak out. Santana shakes her head and pushes away from my arms. “No, we have to help. I’m fine. Please!”

"It's time for you to rebuild your life, to think about yourself and be happy. We will never oppose you having another wife." Beatriz nods in agreement with her brother. "I'm not looking for a wife," Adriano clarifies, pointing to both of them. "Besides, she... is not what you think." "Then is she married?" Beatriz asks again. "No, she's a widow," Santos replies, shrugging. Adriano looks at him with disapproval. Santos also works at the construction company and has heard the rumors about the new owner who just arrived. "Yes, she is my friend's widow, and she has two small children," he replies as if that mattered to his children. "Moreover, she just arrived in Italy yesterday, and I was show