Abby Taylor Novels & Stories

The woman was typing something on her computer, and Ava took the opportunity to study her. Because she looked a little older than most supernaturals, Ava couldn’t tell what she was or if she was supernatural at all. She didn’t have the pale skin the vampires did, so she ruled that out. She dressed elegantly, and her greying hair was in a professional bun on top of her head. The name badge on the desk said, ‘Mrs. Benton, Student Welfare Coordinator.’ Ava stood nervously in front of the desk, unsure if she was to just sit or be polite and wait for an invitation. With nothing in her hands now, she could only wring them together while waiting for Mrs. Benton’s attention.

I don’t hate it, there’s something just relaxing about her and I’m not sure if we’re friends? “I’m Abigail, or Abbey. I’m kind of a big deal around here. Only girl in the family,” she laughs, almost laughing at herself. “Is this where I live too,” I ask. Someone clears their throat behind her, not giving her a chance to answer. “It’s your home now love,” I hear, and see pretty boy again. Abbey blushes but gives a small nod. “Atlas and Dakota sitting in a tree, K-I-S-” His hand immediately covers her mouth, and she giggles.

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

I drawled in the way that had sent women blushing pink in the past. “Winters.” She responded, completely immune to my flirting. “My name is Tara Winters.” Perfect. Her name was perfect. Everything about her was excruciatingly perfect, but she was human. I remarked, “You must be here for Abby, I’m sure her declining health has been a frightening experience. It’s good we met today. Now, you can get all the help you need little one.” “What are you talking about?” Tara said. Abby’s first shift was worryingly close. The little pup did not understand her birthright or any elders that might guide her. She was completely enslaved to the savagery of her own instincts.

Charlotte called, “Get your asses up here.” We gave each other confused looks at her vague command before troopsing up the stairs. She was in Abi’s bedroom, holding a polaroid camera. “Everybody gather in,” she said, ushering us all onto the bed. Leo put his hand down on the mattress and screamed, "Umm... Abi...?" "Yeah?" she asked, turning around. Leo held up a cute, little pink lacy bra and raised an eyebrow. Her eyes widened and Blair snatched it out of Leo's hand with a grin.