Abigail Different Spellings Novels & Stories

I wanted to thank him for all he had been doing. As happy Abi made the bed, a thought occurred to me. "What is your full name?" She paused what she was doing and turned to me. "Oh, it's Abigail." In a loud voice she began to spell. "A. b. i. g. a-" Was she shitting me right now? "I'm not an illiterate if that's what you're thinking. I know how to spell, thank you very much." I said, a little offended.

However, since the presence of Sicily Esther tended to talk more than Abigail. Esther's eyes carefully read every word on the paper. When her gaze caught a positive word, she immediately looked up to Abigail who was also looking at her. "What does this mean, Abigail. You're a doctor, explain!" Abigail let out a rough and heavy breath, she shook her head with a stifled voice, "You're a Beta, Esther. Don't you smell anything else in an alpha body?" Esther gave Abigail a sharp look, she roughly threw herself on the chair in front of the doctor's desk.

“Stop giving false information. She looks like she is about to be sick.” They both returned their gaze to me. This time though, the first twin took a step forward, her eyes widened as she looked at me. Like she was trying to figure something out. “Are you about to be sick?” I think I shook my head but I’m not very sure. She breathed out a sigh of relief. “Oh, good good.” Her hand was on her chest. “Oh, I totally forgot. I’m Abigail, but please call me Abby, and this is Gabby. Gabrielle.” She motioned to her sister.

Sophia, even in her absence, sought a continuation of happiness for the one she loved most. Abigail's name leapt from the pages, entwined with expressions of gratitude and admiration. "Abigail has been an incredible friend to both of us," Sophia's words affirmed the bond that had sustained them through the trials of illness. In the inked lines, Abigail's significance radiated as a source of solace and a beacon of potential joy.

Abigail POV Hi, I'm Abigail. Full name is Abigail Hampton. I'm a friend and also a cousin of Flavia and the niece of the man she loves, Gladwin Hampton. I'm not the busiest person in the world, and I'm not the most laid-back either. But one thing's for sure, I'm someone who likes to bother myself with other people's lives, especially when it comes to their love affairs.

"And I needed to know this because..?" "Because, Miss Kingsley... Actually, can I call you Abigail?" I try to short the distance between us and be more friendly, but I guess she's not in the mood for making friends. "No, it's Miss Kingsley for you. I don't allow anyone to call me Abigail. After all, I didn't build this name for nothing." She clicks with tongue and shoots me a challenging look. "Oookay, whatever. I told you this, Miss Kingsley because I want to work with you. I think we can be in each other's favour."

Hailey laughed nervously. "Hmmm, of course" "Yes, well I'll love to chat but as you can see I'm here with my boss" Hailey said eager to be left alone. "Oh right, of course, It was nice meeting you, and you Mrs?" "Weston, Weston Williams" Abigail didn't know why she added Marcel's surname, she hated it but something about the woman made her spiteful. Hailey was right there was something very wrong with the woman that stood before her. She was the type that everyone liked because she pretended to be somebody she wasn't and Abigail had had a few of those back in her day, she could easily recognize them.

The woman smiled warmly back at her. Jane then became aware of Abigail. " Hello there Princess, how are you?" Jane bend to Abigail's height and asked her. "I'm doing great, thank you." Abigail replied her. "Oh okay, it good to know you are doing great. By the way what's your name?" Jane asked. "She's Abigail, my younger sister. " Kingsley answered. "Did I ask you a question? I'm asking her not you. " Jane said and rolled her eyes at him which made Both Kingsley and his mother chuckled.

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Except, it wasn’t Najay at all. Abigail squinted her eyes, sure that she had seen this woman before, but couldn’t put her finger on it. “Who the bloody hell are you?” the woman asked, her voice dripping in a thick, English accent. Abigail stumbled, raising an eyebrow as she perched her hand on her hip. “I would ask the same thing.” The woman--whoever she was--shot Abigail a nasty glare, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she took a threatening step towards Abigail.