Agnes Sampson の小説・ストーリー

She was not an ordinary woman but a royal blood vampire! Nonetheless, Agnes donned the dress and dashed out of her room towards the cabin of the owner. "Where is the lady manger? I want to see her right now!" Agnes yelled at a girl who was the assistant there. The innocent girl looked up at her acknowledging that she was the renowned worker there and held a major importance.

Right now, he is topping the list of Cabin's city best lawyers. It was the moment we all were here for, the final statement from the judge. “With all evidence, statements, conventional statements from the accusing and defending counsel, Miss Agnes has been found guilty for the death of Miss Sylvia and the attempted murder of Mrs Wayne. Miss Agnes is thereby sentenced to live in prisonment for the murder of Miss Sylvia and ten years of hard labor for the attempted murder of Mrs Wayne “ . He slammed the mallet and the police took Agnes away.

“But there’s no real evidence…nothing strong enough to—” Agnes pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes. She sighed, heavy and tired. “You should have watched the news when I kept telling you to this morning.” I blinked at her through tears. “What are you talking about? Damien’s missing and you’re talking about some news?” She held my gaze. “If you had, you’d already know who you saved that day. The person in that bed? That’s Mrs. Osmond. The wife everyone thought Damien murdered.”

“I know. I know. You don’t have to say it again.” We return inside, and he doesn’t even let me sit before speaking. “I’ll be honest with you, Agnes, but day by day, I’m liking this woman less and less. I don’t know why, but something feels very strange about her. I used to like her for Caden, but now… now I’m not so sure. She’s always asking for money. And did you hear about her recent mishap? She spent all the money Caden put on her card. That’s ridiculous. Even you don’t spend that much in a month.”

“Honey, we have company.” She came out of the door to the kitchen and met us at the table with the food. She placed the food down and quickly wiped her hands on a small hand towel, then extended it towards our guest. “Hello, it is nice to properly meet you. My name is Samantha Sampson. I am Gamma Christian’s mate.” Cameron gently shook her hand. “It is nice to properly meet you too, Samantha, I am Cameron.”

Agnes had been very busy dealing with this matter and lost a lot of weight in the past two months. However, these people seemed to have made up their minds to take Agnes down and swallow Gopher Delivery Services. “Mr. Grey, please stay and we can discuss further. However, your price of 500 million is too high. I’m afraid we can’t agree to it.” Agnes rushed out at this time. Wearing a white shirt, a pale pink skirt, and a pair of black high heels with her hair in a ponytail, she looked very capable and intellectual.

She smiles that almost creepy knowing smile she gets and says, “I swear to Goddess you guys, I have never had it hotter. He just wants me so much. It's such an ego rush.” “Yeah, okay, that's good,” I say, feeling protective of Thorne, “but how do you feel about him?” “I like that he's big.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “And quiet. But in an almost creepy way, which I dig. He's got those intense eyes. And okay, yeah, I like him as a person, too. He's odd. I like that.” “Sounds like true love,” Sophie drawls. Agnes snorts. “Never! I mean it's nothing personal. I just don't want to fall in love. With anyone. Ever.”

She walked through the blue door and stopped in the hallway, looking at the photographs the way Cloe had looked at them, and then her eyes found the large framed version of Mabel and Agnes, and she stood in front of it for a long moment before she said anything. “She looks like someone who knew exactly what she was doing,” Sophia said quietly, looking at Agnes. “She always did,” Iris said, from beside her. “From the very first day she arrived at Whitmore House at seventeen years old. She walked in and understood everything within a week. Mabel used to say Agnes was the bravest person she’d ever known, because Agnes was never afraid of the work. She was only ever afraid of running out of time

Zita offered. Rebecca didn't reply nor objected her offer. They both left the dining room and arrived at the living room. Rebecca slowed her pace when she saw who it was. It was a woman, who was in her late fifties, dressed in cream coloured dress. Her hair was short and styled to a bob. The woman caught a glimpse of Rebecca and smiled slyly. "Ah! You must be the new caretaker my son hired!" The woman said proudly, sneering at Rebecca. She looked her from head to toe and disliked her.

A woman stood there, smiling at her and signaling for her to come up. She frowned. Who was that? Deciding to find out, she climbed up to the place the woman stood. On meeting her, the woman's smile widened. “Hello, you're among the staff of Dawnat?” Penelope nodded, “Yes I am.” “What's your name?” the woman asked fondly, “I'm Agnes Flores.” Penelope took a second, before saying, “Penelope. Penelope Adams.” “Okay, good,” the woman sighed softly. Then said, “The thing is…all I wanted to advise you was for you to be careful.”