Santhy Agatha Novels & Stories

“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?”

why is he here now? Adam’s smirk deepens as he steps closer, his eyes locked on mine, glowing like embers in the dimly lit hall. “RUN!” Zoe’s scream shatters the tension, and the hall erupts into chaos. Guests and staff scream as they scatter toward the exits. Chairs topple, decorations crash to the ground, and the air fills with frantic cries. Even the priest, clutching his Bible, tries to flee, but Adam moves faster than any human should. His hand darts out, seizing the priest by the throat with a vice-like grip.

The woman laughed with a wave of her hand and Caitlyn joined the short laughter. "One thousand and two hundred, ma'am," The cashier told her after calculating the items and packaging them. Caitlyn brought out her card and paid. "Seven bags, wow!" She mouthed to herself and followed it with a heavy exhale. "Good thing I'm here!" A familiar voice said behind her. Caitlyn quickly turned to see Martin looking insanely hot. He wore a white hoodie with matching colored pants. His hair wasn't gelled back and Caitlyn had no idea they were so full and curly!

“I thought that Sindy Kate’s issue is over, but I guess you love that idea. You embraced that character you created because a lot of people have their sympathy in that fantasy character of yours. For bloody’s sake, Harriet. You just sold our story. I couldn’t believe I am looking at the woman I care about right now. When I thought that issue is settled, and that we could finally have a chance to be together. How could you not care about our lives, Westley? Is that the legacy you want your children to know about you? A woman who fucked herself in front of the camera, who showed her body to the viewers for a little token?” Jesus Christ, that was way more aggravating than I thought. I lifted my

she uttered as her gaze locked with Nate’s. “And why is that?” Nate Asked. I allowed them to talk. Though I haven’t had a lengthy conversation with Agatha, she knows a little about me, unlike Nate. They are complete strangers. Also, through me, she may have a negative impression of her other mate due to his earlier betrayal of the mate bond, and we might need to clear things up for her. I listened carefully as Agatha narrated her struggles over the past five years, how her mother was murdered in front of her on her sixteenth birthday, and how she found the rogues and took them as her family. She also mentioned the prophecy and being the descendant of a she-demon.

As Shalini gazed at the girl's seemingly dull face, she still saw an attractive and beautiful charm, realizing that sometimes appearances can belie the intricacies of one's reality. In the wake of Shalini's unexpected revelation, the atmosphere grew tense. She made her financial demand known, emphasizing the stark contrast between Hiya and her brother. The gravity of the situation unfolded as Shalini insisted on retrieving the invested money, threatening to involve her short-tempered son if the payment wasn't made.

I leaned against the counter, "Ragnar, she's okay. You didn't hurt her, no one did. Giovanni didn't even get close to her. When this happens again, and it will, we'll know how to handle it." Simon wrapped her hand in gauze, expertly securing her wound. "Good as new," he winked at Ragnar, patting him on his back as he left the room. I watched as Ragnar scooped her up and carried her to her room. And just then, I smelled something, something familiar, like Freya...but different too, disgusting animal. Her Father is here...the real one. ••••••• Ragnar's p.o.v.

My stomach dropped as I turned to see Luna Agatha and Linda coming out from the hall. Goodness!! This was the last thing I needed right now. Agatha’s eyes immediately zeroed in on me, her lips curling into a sneer as she took in the scene—Finn on the ground, me standing between him and Dante. And just like that, all of her contempt for me, all the disgust she had harboured, came rushing to the surface. "What on earth is going on here?" she asked, her voice raised. Her eyes locked onto me, and I could practically feel the hatred radiating off her. "You." she hissed. “What have you done to them?”

Chapter 11 – Silas The low hum of voices filled the dining room, but I barely heard them. My mind was elsewhere—still stuck on the girl sitting beside me. Hyacinth Clausen. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. The fiery woman I couldn’t forget, whose defiance had ignited something primal in me, was now... my stepsister? The thought gnawed at me. I tightened my grip on my fork, as if the pressure could drive the thought out of my mind. It felt wrong, unnatural, like some sick joke played by the gods to remind me of my sins.

Ele então, furioso com a minha resposta, ligou para o amigo e disse-lhe que devia continuar o serviço. Eu precipitei-me e implorei-lhe que o mandasse parar, eu estava disposta a falar tudo o que sabia. Eu não podia arriscar que ele fizesse mal à minha família. Assim, contei-lhe tudo o que sabia sobre Sander. - Dentro do corpo de Sander coabitam duas almas – finalizei. - E tu estás perdidamente apaixonada pelos dois, amas duas pessoas diferentes em um só corpo.