Abigail And The Forbidden City Novels & Stories

It was a move born out of insecurity and fear, but now it would help me catch her in the act. The app showed Lenora's location moving away from the apartment, heading towards the part of town with many night clubs. I hopped into a cab before I could think, my heart racing as I watched the dot on the screen move further and further away from me. “Could you speed up!” I yelled at the driver. He shifted the gear, shouting, “where are we even going?” “Madison avenue.” We reached the club in time. It was somewhere rundown and I was a bit disappointed. But I understood the logic.

*Burn it all down. The ride back to the house was a blur of silence and flickering streetlights. Felix was seething, likely preparing a report for my father, but I didn't care. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the window, the image of Adrian’s face burned into my mind. He was coming for me. And this time, there were no ghost flights or diversions that could stop him. I was no longer a prize to be traded. I was a queen waiting for her king to finish the slaughter.

As we lie in each other’s arms reverberating in the afterglow, we know no force on earth could cleave us in two. We are bonded, mated for life. No one else even comes close. To the great chagrin of Mr. Holden Sinclair. The cad dared to make another play for Abigail while they attended a charity tennis match in Paris. Only this time Abigail was ready and met his lips with her right fist. We had argued over her attending the event as his guest, but she claimed other leaders would be sitting in his box as his guests too. She couldn’t refuse because I was being unreasonable. I felt justified when I learned what had happened but pleased by how decisively she set him straight.

She wanted the ground to swallow her whole. She grabbed her bag and bolted back toward the main courtyard, her heart pounding like a war drum. No one stopped her. No one said a word in her defense. She found a bench near the east fountain, wrapped around carved stone and the water no longer ran. She sat down, trying to breathe. To be invisible. Then came the click of heels. She looked up. It was the girl who first called her human. Abigail. She is a vampire. She has blade-sharp cheekbones and colder eyes than Kael's. Her red hair glinted like fire in the dying sunlight, and she moved like she was born to be worshiped and feared.

It was the only course Abigail barely pass because she refused to accept the terms of the community. “We did nothing wrong,” she muttered as she kept typing. But Mia heard her clearly. “You want to change things —start a revolution? Count me out. You can't fight nature's law.” Abigail rolled her eyes. They told them it was a predestined law from nature and the moon goddess. But Abigail was sure they were written by classist pure breeds. “Aren't you going to get entertained by pure wolves anymore?” She asked, unfixing her gaze from the screen. “Isn't that against the rules too?”

She laughed cynically. "Wait….. you're planning to……?" Matilda was slowly connecting the dots. "Miguel never rejected Vivian and Vivian never rejected Miguel too. They are still true mates with a real mate-bond." Abigail laughed to herself. Her plan was finally back on track and she couldn't be happier. She was The mistress of conspiracy, Abigail could manipulate absolutely anything into her favour. "Get ready, Matilda. It's about time I paid a visit to my stepdaughter."

Amana was so confused of what’s going on, how can they be so calm knowing that there were people ready to kill them. “What happened to those who were sent before us?” Tracey asked. “They gave up. We’re not here for fun, we’re here to find our daughter.” Caselyn said. They never knew about that information. “Why are they hunting you if you’re here to find your daughter?” Adrian asked. Albert sighed and smiled bitterly. “Because I have another forbidden promise.” Tracey stood up that startled them. “It’s not your fault to have that promise, isn’t it your parents who promised you that? “ Tracey said.

Abigail started working as a maid in The Williams's mansion a couple of months ago in order to earn money to pay for her mum’s surgery. Sarah, her mother, was diagnosed with breast cancer. Unintentionally, Abby developed feelings for Liam Williams, the only son and heir to The Williams's empire. Liam was also attracted to her but they both decided to ignore the tingling sensations and sparks that flew between them because they were people from different worlds. Abigail kept reminding herself that she was there to work and earn and not to fall in love.

I relaxed into her touch, using it to keep me centered and focused or else I might just destroy the bitch where she stood. “All thirty-one,” she said, crying. Nobody held any sympathy for her though. She was just sad that she got caught. “Abigail used her gift on the families to make them believe their loved ones left on their own accord.” “Take her to the cells, and keep her the fuck away from anyone else down there,” I said to Apollo.

I replied closing the book. “There’s more?” Braxton’s ears perked up. “The story of our creation. Everyone knows that legend.” I told him. “I don’t.” He said as he sat up tilting his head and giving me puppy dog eyes. “Alright.” I laughed. “Legend has it Abigail was once a great leader of a flourishing tribe. She dabbled in dark magic to keep enemies away and the lands bountiful. Abigail and her husband were known to be fair but not to be trifled with. After years of trying they couldn’t conceive and Abigail desperately wanted a child. Without her husband’s knowledge Abigail went out on the night of the blood moon and preformed a spell. Summoning dark spirits and they offered her a deal. A l