Abdl Novels & Stories

Coop reared back as if slapped, “What the fuck? Den, listen to me. We can’t do this. We can’t mess around with this shit. Look at that thing!” The candles were extinguished again, and the thing standing in the middle of the circle was back. Slowly, it began to move. It’s bones grinded against one another as it lifted one of its arms and pointed a single, needle-like finger…right at me. “It’s…it’s…it’s…” Sarah stammered, “It’s pointing at Ophelia.” “Daemon, esto subjecto voluntati meae!” Denver commanded, “Speak your name at once!” “I am Abaddon of the Pit.” It spoke.

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d looked at herself, and fringers didn’t often pause to examine each other’s appearances the rare times they passed each other on the streets. “Your sister did not come here to see you, mind you,” Abelard said suddenly. “Chieftain Kaizat-Amun is the one who wanted to meet you. He is from one of the tribes of the Adaraat desert region. You remember from your studies, don’t you?” Oza nodded, a quick jerking motion. “Good boy. Now, as you can tell, there isn’t much to see. Very quiet boy, a mute. Now, we should let him return to his work—”

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“I wouldn’t call him a friend.” The man gave a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest like he’d been wounded. “Alex, that hurts.” He shook his head despondently. “And here I thought we had something special.” I couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped me. I glanced between the two of them, amused by their strange dynamic. “Abigail,” Alexander said then, gesturing between us, “this is Abel Rudd. My business partner.” Abel beamed like he had just been granted a medal of honor. “We collaborate frequently,” he added, puffing his chest. “And might I say, every project we have worked on has been an unquestionable success.”

He beat me to it. “Did something happen?” he asked, crouching beside me. “Did you fall again?” Then he turned to me directly. “Are you okay? Did anything happen while I was gone?” He looked like he blamed himself for stepping away, even though he had no reason to. I forced a small smile. “Thank you for your concern but I’m good. Nothing happened. Abuela just wanted to check on my leg.” “Oh, okay.” Kellan nodded, relaxing a bit. “That makes sense. Abuela is a healer, the last of her kind, actually and she’s really good at what she does.”

He replied and walked away. The what now? “Looks like someone’s got connections in high places.” Coffee Skin said. “It’s not like that.” “Yeah, sure. I’m Abel, by the way.” He responded. “Abigeal.” “Well, Abigeal, I think your connection wants to bang you.” Abel said with a grin, laughing when I flipped him off.

He hurriedly takes the travelling box away from Ruby, who releases it freely to him. Meanwhile, Alexandra glares at him silently, without uttering a word. Once he is out of sight, she turns to Ruby. "K.J. you are looking great!" Alexandra compliments. K.J is the abbreviation of Ruby's native name. Which is Khadijat. Khadijat is Alexandra's paternal cousin. She is the only daughter of her father's younger sister, who is married to a Yoruba man. Ruby is Alexandra's closest cousin. She literally tells her everything. Although they only hooked up during holidays. But the bond was still there.

Nerves were eating me up inside. "Alright. Take the elevator to the 10th floor and ask for Adrian Kings". She pointed out the elevator. "Thank you". I smiled. "You're welcome". She returned my smile. I walked towards the elevator and hit the button for the 10th floor once in. The elevator dinged before opening at the 10th floor. I stepped out and saw a door in front of me. Opening it, I saw employees at their different desks working. They all looked so serious and focused on their job that they didn't even notice me. I scanned their faces for a less serious one then I found him.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.