Abby Taylor Novels & Stories

Sarah said addressing them before, her head still hung low and her gaze staring at the ground. Kip made a noise and then began searching through the bags, seeing if they got the things he wanted. Taylor was eyeing the girls. Abby could feel his eyes on her and she desperately just wanted to disappear. She hated attention, never mind forced attention. She began to fidget, shifting her stance. “What's your problem?” Taylor asked, looking at her. She could feel his eyes burning into her, it felt like her skin was on fire. She was trying to come up with a reason for her mind yelling at her not to tell him about Kayla and her mate.

The room is so quiet I could hear a pin drop. Right now, at this moment, my message is clear—I’m not someone you can ever dismiss or forget. I am Abby, the ex-Luna, the renowned chef, and the woman who just cooked an extravagant three-course meal for a room full of Alphas, yet still had time to dress to kill. Let’s see Gianna, or anyone else for that matter, label that as ‘pathetic.’

She sighed. “Forget what?” Her gaze met mine, “Long story, how about a drink and we can talk?” She offers and I nod my head. We walked through the Lobby and into the bar where we sat at the small table by the window. This might not be the weather I wanted today but I'd have to admit I love the sound of rain hitting the glass. “Two daiquiris please,” The girl tells the waiter. “I'm Sabrina by the way,” “Whitney,”

Having used the backdoor, things weren’t as crowded as they were at the front. “What is going on here?” I heard a woman call, her tone annoyed before I frowned as I recognized her voice. “Sabine?” I asked and she frowned when she saw the two of us inside. Her brown eyes met mine and I couldn’t help the frown that formed on my face as I took in her outfit. It was one that she would have normally been against wearing. The dress was red, reaching just under her butt, tight around her body, clearly choking her, a term that she normally used when her dresses were one size too big. Now, this one was two sizes too small, that much I can tell.

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

"AAAAHHHHHH!" I interlaced my hands in my hair, tugging it as I took a few deep breaths. "Just who the hell does she think she is? That stupid, pathetic piece of shit. Rrrhhhaaaa!" Just looking at Abigail makes me see red. "Tara, baby. You're back." Taylor calls from the bathroom, making me roll my eyes in disgust. He comes from behind me, hugging me around my torso and cupping my breasts as he kisses my neck, making my stomach feel ill.

Long enough for Corrian to stop knocking and start leaving me alone. Lines of code scroll across three separate screens. Bank records on one, traffic cameras on another, transaction logs on a third. Frankie withdrew cash hundreds of miles from home. My jaw tightens as I replay the ATM timestamp for the hundredth time. At least she took the maximum withdrawal. That will tide her over for a while, but it's not enough. I've already upped the limit for her, in case she uses it again. Since then, nothing. Frankie has somehow managed an almost impossible escape while exhausted, traumatised and running blind.

Now that he’s wealthy, she falsely claims to have donated her heart to him to extort more money. An obscure nobody like me instantly trended across all major platforms. The entire internet learned that Bryan Abbott, the trillion-dollar celebrity entrepreneur, had an ex-wife. They also learned just how heartless and ungrateful his ex-wife truly was. [She abandoned Mr. Abbott back then. Now that he’s rich, she comes crawling back to borrow money?! How shameless!] [Borrow? That’s not borrowing!] [Mr. Abbott received a heart from a kind donor. How dare she claim it was hers?]

Trix is flipping pages on the magazine when she finds it interesting. “She has no idea who I am when I first meet her,” I explain. “Really? She doesn’t have any idea who Seb Hughes is? Impossible.” She looks surprised “Abby is a nerd. She’s not interested in gossips, especially dirty gossips. I’m her first date, boyfriend, kiss, and the first man in her life.” “Are you kidding me? Un-fucking-believable, but she’s hot. How didn’t she even date? I’m sure there were hot guys here in Boston. She’s a virgin?” Her brows furrow.

I asked. "Wow that hurts." she pouted seductively, but it had no effect on me whatsoever and she noticed it, "I'm Bree, remember it this time." She said and got up, her breasts jiggled a bit as she walked to me. She snaked her arms around my waist, and stood on her toes to kiss me but like I said before, I wasn't in the mood anymore. I gently pulled her hand off me and went to pick her clothes from the floor, "Here." I said, pushing them towards her.