Abby Turning Red Characters Novels & Stories

Especially Bob, the floor manager who had been eagerly waiting to watch the drama unfold, and Aunt Ashford, who was still lying on the floor cursing. These two looked as if they had been struck dumb, completely frozen in place. As for Abby, her eyes shook violently, her face drained of all color—pale, almost green. How could this be? That lowly country girl—how could she be her? No way! There must be some mistake! Abby clenched her fingers around her sleeve, her manicured nails digging into her palms as she called out, “Dad.” Her voice was filled with grievance, as if trying to pull Zane back to reality.

Angie’s mom wasn’t exactly disappointed with who her middle daughter was fated to, she just always saw Aaron as a lovable jackass, and was constantly testing him to his limits. He flashed a grin, then composed himself, flaring his eyes wide as he responded with sarcasm. “Now imagine you’re Ruby. You let her pet you like a cuddly toy. She takes you for walks in the park. You play throw and fetch. She scratched behind your ears and tickled your belly and—called you, Storm!” He squeezed his eyes closed and gave a sharp head jerk to stress his actions. “Damn, that’s an awesome porn star name.” I shot him a shocked glare as we walked.

I held my breath waiting for the person to come in. If I looked closely at my chest I could see the layers of the dress moving from my heart beating roughly against my ribcage. My eyes turned dry from not blinking when I watched the door slide open and the guard lead Abby into the room. She wore a fluffy red robe and her hair fell in soft curls- held back from her face with two black pins. “Lock the door when you leave,” Darian ordered the guard.

I plaster a modest smile, stepping into the character of whom I suppose the ideal wife of Aaron Devinsky should be. “ Who's my favourite niece?” I heard Aaron say and turned in the direction of the only girl with auburn hair in the room. She is the same person who had screamed out upon seeing us. “ Oh, that would be me.” She squealed and embraced Aaron. I released my hand from his elbow, letting him have the moment with her, while wearing a thin smile. “ Honey, meet Akilla. My little red riding hood.” My lips widened at the description. “ Hello, Akilla. It's a pleasure to meet you.” I said with a smile, but the girl looked too stunned to speak. Another lady walks up to us and punched Aaron's

Karl Abby stands after her interaction with the woman and her children, and her eyes meet mine beneath the colored lights. “What?” she asks with a slight chuckle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She looks beautiful, her pinkish pale skin and her pearlescent white dress illuminated by the dark purple lighting. I shake my head. “Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.” But that’s a lie. Watching Abby interact with those kids, her smile radiant as ever and her laughter so infectious, I’m instantly reminded of a time before everything fell apart.

I adjusted my cloak. “I am no longer Lady Abigail of House MacMayer. That girl? She died.” Lightning flickered across my wrist—just enough to remind them of exactly who they were dealing with. “I am Abby. I am the unbothered, unhinged, possibly divine villainess of your worst nightmares. And you?” I smirked. “You’re just another footnote in my glow-up saga.” Alana sniffled. Algebra looked like he wanted to faint. Father opened his mouth again—

I quickly adjusted my face to a more neutral expression and listened more to what Marilynn had to say, I thought that she would try to fight for her daughter more, but I was wrong. “You won, Damien. I can’t change her back, so she is all yours.” Since Abby was a level three and she had a pure-blood demon’s venom in her veins, it’s true that she couldn’t be changed back into a regular human or angel like her mom, and for a moment, I pitied Marilynn. Failure is never an easy thing to accept, but it is always the strong ones who accept their defeat and choose to learn from it. “Just promise me you will take care of my baby,” she asked as she held eye contact with me.

"They don't care about you, do they? The way I see it------" “You witness it earlier. I’m not the daughter they want to see.” Abigail said, then touched her hair. “All because I am different. I guess my Red is not---” the young woman stopped speaking when the man suddenly held her hand. She flinched and looked at the man, his face almost touching hers.

An ominous presence approached from behind, and when I turned, I realized the red-eyed monster was none other than Mabel, bearing a striking resemblance to Emilia. Mabel's gaze exuded menace and hostility towards me. Standing at a far distance behind her, I saw my parents, Hailey, Roman, Abigail, Emelda, Tyler, Emilia, Alpha Scott, his Luna, and several others looking on. I called out to them for help but they remained motionless, fixedly staring at me, unwilling to intervene.

I had to go every now and then to her room just to make sure she wasn't crying herself to sleep. She rarely drinks. I remembered Abby saying just how strong the taste of vodka was and that she had to endure it since they're talking business and she wants to appear professional. Looking at her right now in her red little dress, I am reminded of the past how she would watch outside the windows of my hospital room with the ruby sky reflecting upon her. Red was such a strong and intimidating color but in Abby, it seemed a calm and gentle color. After a while, Kristina started to nudged my elbows and said, "Are you sure Abby's okay?"