Abigail And The Forbidden City Novels & Stories

Outside the window the east gardens were dark, the garden lights off for the night, just the faint outline of the hedgerow and the sky above it with a handful of stars managing to show through the city's ambient glow. He thought about the locked door on the third floor. He thought about Lissa's face during the chaos of the party. The assessment in it. The coldness. The way she had stood perfectly still while everyone around her was fragmenting and had looked toward the north wall with the expression of a person taking inventory rather than experiencing fear. He thought about the flagged transactions on the drive in his hand. The initials at the bottom of every falsified document. The letter

Until the day he set his eyes on Silvia. All he wanted was her , he’d pay her bills, buy her expensive gifts and give her huge sums of money. But everything changed when he found out she was carrying his child. He had asked her to get rid of it , but she defied him and gave him a fake abortion confirmation. But he later found out she lied. He beat her up terribly and made sure she miscarried, he didn’t want to ruin his reputation with news like him impregnating a pathetic stripper when he had a perfect Luna in his pack, that’d be a shame and a disgrace.

After six years of trying to forget everything and promising never to return, today I set foot again in the city where I was born and the feelings that control me now are not at all happy and excited. "Don't," said David. "I am here with you." David will take me and the twins to Abigail's house. It is located a little outside the city because Abigail deliberately bought it as a place for her to isolate herself and get away from her husband--David's father. I stared in awe at a very beautiful wooden building, under a green hill, when the car entered the large and beautiful yard, with an ornamental fish pond, flower beds, and a gazebo.

Elen yelled, her frustration and hurt evident. “We didn’t hide it, you were just blind to see it,” Addison said, with a smug smile on their face. "Ah, yes, I remembered. All books about fairies are forbidden, that's why you don't have any idea about your birth." As tears blurred her vision, Addison approached her, holding a vial containing a deadly substance. In a chilling manner, they said, “Goodbye, Elen,“ and forced the Vial into her trembling mouth.

The rhythm of familiarity between them. Abigail stepped forward suddenly. “I don’t know what that is.” Her voice trembled, but not with guilt. With disbelief. Georgina let out a short, humorless laugh. “You don’t know? You don’t recognize your own body?” “I have never been with any man except Alexander,” Abigail said firmly, her eyes locking with mine. “Never.” The certainty in her voice struck something deep in my chest. Georgina snatched the phone back and replayed a portion, zooming in slightly. “Then explain this.”

I assumed Abigail would be the same. My initial attempts to impress her fell flat. At first, I thought it would be easy. A few expensive gifts, a little charm, and she would be mine. But Abigail was different. When I gave her a necklace worth more than her monthly rent, she hesitated. When I offered to take her on a shopping spree, she thanked me politely but refused. It was frustrating. And yet, it only made me want her more. She wasn’t like Susanna, who would have fawned over a diamond bracelet or a designer bag. Abigail didn’t want my money, or at least, she pretended not to. Susanna would have thrown her arms around me and squealed with delight. Abigail’s unexpected resistance only piq

This book is part of a series called The Forbidden Series. Book 1: His Forbidden Goddaughter (Complete) Book 2: Her Forbidden Desire (Complete) *** Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. This book specifically will have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, drugs, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This is a mafia book, so without the violence, drugs, and alcohol, it wouldn’t really be a mafia book. LOL. I will try to have trigger warnings as much as possible, bu

Because whatever came next would not happen in front of witnesses. It would happen in private. The corridors outside were cooler, quieter. Mother spoke with the steward in a calm, steady voice, as if nothing at all had happened. I tried to listen, to focus on something ordinary, but my thoughts kept circling the same terrible truth. I was in his kingdom. Under his roof. At his mercy. And I carried a secret that could ruin us both. “For the first time since our exile began, I wished we had nowhere safe to go.” Because at least then…

Padraig tugged hard and the corset loosened. “I want you naked,” he said firmly, “so that is what you will be. Obey me. Submit to your husband.” Elaina felt herself blush as Padraig pulled the garment out of her grasp and tossed it away. Her hands instantly went to cover her breasts, but Padraig caught her wrists and brought her arms down to her sides. She looked through her lashes at the emissary and saw the man grinning at her, his eyes moving from one breast to the other without shame. “Keep your hands at your sides,” Padraig ordered, then his hands began to slide up her bare arms. When he got to breast height he slid his hands over and cupped one globe in each of his palms. She could fee

“You’re not a bad person.” This wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before. Abigail tried to mourn her mother on many occasions, but it only brought her regret, contempt, and bitterness. So, she simply gave it up. “I came to New York to get a fresh start. I got a few jobs, I got accepted into a master’s programme, and I found Najay.” She paused briefly to meet Theodore’s expectant eyes. “Remember when I told you that I thought I found love?” she asked.