Abigail Different Spellings Novels & Stories

Janet narrowed her eyes as she looked at me in anger. I ignored her and looked down at the ten names that I had left. “Have that girl send everyone but these people home.” I stated as I grabbed her clip board and handed it towards her. Janet looked down at all the names and furrowed her brows as she looked at the girl. “This is Abigail.” She stated as she looked at the girl and gestured for her to sit. I narrowed my eyes as I looked down at the names that were left. It was impossible for her name to be Abigail.

Abigail Rossie is a 50-year-old woman with a captivating appearance, though full of deception. Her long brunette hair cascades stiffly down to her shoulders, resembling an unseen brown crown. Her eyes, similar in color, sparkle dangerously, instilling fear in her enemies. Not just for her looks, but for the cunning of her mind. Behind the apparent luxury and grace, Abigail is a master of intrigue and real tactics. Her somewhat serene face, adorned with hidden wrinkles, reveals signs of age and experience.

Of course he was not to doubt me, I was her maid in hand and if he felt I was beneath him, like the few I met viewed the likes of us, I never knew because he had a blank facial expression that never wavered. There was two letters addressed to Abigail and as I climbed up the stairs, I flipped them to the back to see their return addresses, both of them were from Devon. I frowned, one would be her mother but what about the other? Her contact with her friends from the county was stale and her father and grandfather sometimes sent their anecdote enclosed in Mrs Stanley's letter or they would send theirs twice a month. The question still stood.

Abigail opened the web browser, she regretted not doing enough research before coming to Samao and now it seems like she would pay dearly for it. The only option that she had in mind was to find all the possible names of people bearing -Mr Cleff. Or to head over to the hospital directly. She typed the name in bold prints and then went ahead to click on the search button. Her brows furrowed and her forehead creased. There was no name like that in Samao village. But, Abigail was sure that Hazel, her mum, had given her the name of the man. She went ahead to search again for any possible person called - Mr Cleff.

Abigail's eyes filled with tears as she nodded her head in acceptance. Though Abigail went by Abby in school, I had never called her anything but Abigail. I loved her long name and it was all I would ever call her. She had very few old friends by then that still called her Abby. I introduced her as Abigail, and she started using her full name at work too, and so on. She had been Abigail since we'd been together. So, our daughter was Abby.

If you require my assistance, please feel free to contact me by paging me," Abigail states as she closes the door. Fortunate enough, I have an Assistant who does not micromanage and values punctuality. Maintaining a cordial relationship with Abigail is crucial to securing a face-to-face meeting. Moreover, her maturity level is evident from her professional conduct, which eliminates any potential discomfort. Plus, she is my mother’s age and happily married.

The only person whose face went alarmingly pale was Abigail. She couldn’t believe that Anne managed to get three sixes again. She was really amazing. “You..” Abigail stammered in disbelief. She was known as the Goddess of gamblers, how could she lose? She couldn’t fathom this! Abigail refused to believe what had just happened! “You lost!” Anne said flatly

His eyes were closed and there was no movement around him, just as he spoke no words. Abigail kept repeating the same thing over and over again like she was in a trance. She didn't even notice that she had company. Ivy could tell that her friend wasn't who she thought she was, judging by Abigail's appearance. The last time she saw her, she was neat and presentable but it didn't change her intention to give her an offer she couldn't resist.

Natalie asks me, looking suspicious. “Abigail,” I extend my hand, and she takes it, gives it a light squeeze, closes her eyes and tickles my hand, “Is something wrong?” “You are her cousin.” She knew, and I don't know how. I remove my hand, and she looks embarrassed, “Nice to meet you, Abigail. “I am Natalie, a witch.” “Do you know Liv?” I asked about that girl who didn't come back, and she didn't give me time to ask Damian because she didn't come back.

Most especially, Abi who had that delicate and attractive beauty. "Hi there, can I speak?" Abi froze. 'Did she find out?' Abigail pulled out a small smile and then walked away with her without anything to spare. And before then, she had found a way to bring back her scent in which she canceled so in case something happens Zeres would come for her. "Hi, am Vanessa are you a new witch?" Abigail slightly laughed. "No, I am not. I might have that look but am not. Actually, am human."