Santhy Agatha Novels & Stories

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

His lips curl into a cruel smirk, revealing sharp fangs that glint in the darkness. Long, dark hair frames his face like a veil of shadows, cascading down his back in a tangled mass. His hands are adorned with claws, each one a deadly weapon capable of rending flesh with ease. “You ended the love of my life.” “Had you not become mates with her or stolen her from me, Gaya would still be alive." He said. I froze. Gaya was my mother's nam “All she left behind is a spitting image of her.” He said, turning to me. “I loved your mother dearly my dear, but she chose him over me.” “I believed there would be a chance to get her back one day, but they killed her.” I was too stunned to speak. If my moth

after a while he calmed down and asked gently " So the package is located in Konstantin's home? " " Yes " Santana replied. " Any means to enter there? " He asked. " No outsider is allowed to enter Konstantin's home except his heartthrob." Mattia responded " Her name is Iris. Konstantin's weakness. She is an orphan whom Konstantin fell Head over heel in love with " " Did the lady reciprocate the feelings? " Maximo asked curiously. " No, not when he killed her parents in cold blood when she refused him "

Her eyes resemble the color of the sky when it was the calmest. Her petite figure and height make me suddenly want to protect her from something I don't know about. Does that even make sense? To my slight bafflement, she trudged towards my table and reached out her hand. "I am Agathe Clementine Capucine from Snowflake Village, Mr. Silvestri." I know, love. I know. "I strongly believed we met. From the restaurant, hours ago. So, you've been sponsoring other cancer patients from the other villages. Why can't you do the same to my mother? She needed that fucking surgery tonight."

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

As Naraja finished his first introduction with an awkward knead, he brought attention to the back of his neck towards the person, Nai, whom he was starting to have this strong peculiar feeling of; love, surge up inside of him again. Nai: “Ummmm.. sure, s~uure, so yeah my name is Nai and don’t get too anxious about that moment,..earlier it was actually quite cute he~he, but anyway we are your comrades: Saint Teresa Of Avila, John Of The Cross, and Anima….sh~eee actually has an interesting particular ability that I like to call if I remember correctly, h~mm, Maladaptive Day-Dreaming and oh ye~aah she’s also deaf/mute or something like that, but anyway then there’s Eli, but you have to always

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"I'm your granddaughter! You clearly knew how dangerous he could be, yet you still forced me to marry him? "Do you really think that little of me?" Seeing her twisted expression, Steven seemed to age ten years in an instant. After a long silence, he finally spoke. "You'll regret this." There was a pause between each word. His eyes carried a sense of pain. "How could I ever regret killing a monster?" Jessica screamed hysterically. Steven pointed at me on the ground. "His name is Christopher. He used to be the ace of the Special Forces. Now he's part of my Classified Unit."

“They must be nice. She isn’t crying.” “Not like that nasty one who hit her.” I narrow my eyes and look at Tessa. “Camila hit you?” Her eyes go wide and she cups her cheek as if remembering the sting. “We’ll deal with that later,” I say, stepping away from Tessa and addressing the forest. “My name is Reagan Holstin. Do you know who I am?” I hear gasps. “Did she say Holstin?” “Like the Guardians.” “Oh this pack is in for it.”

“Well… I mean… people talk.” Paulo didn’t respond. Lewis crosses his arms defensively. “I swear, I didn’t know it was him.” Before Paulo could reply, another man walks in and stops at the doorway. He was wearing a plain black shirt and moves with quiet confidence. “Paulo,” the man said. Paulo turns toward him. “What?” “Madam Stygian is awake,” the man answered. Paulo’s expression changes slightly. “That's good news,” he said to the man.