Abigail Different Spellings Novels & Stories

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."

He waited for Abigail to finish speaking. “I am certain I have never seen her before,” Abigail continued quietly. “And you know I never forget a face.” Warrick frowned faintly. His tone remained flat, as though he were merely confirming a fact, when he repeated her words. “A strange woman?” Abigail finally turned around. Her gaze was sharp, yet something more fragile lingered at the depths of her irises. “Her appearance was simple. Not the type to wear glittering jewellery or a boldly cut gown, but...” Bitterness rose at the base of her throat, creating a pause of several seconds before she faltered slightly as she spoke again. “I must admit, she is quite beautiful.” She paused once more, as

He smiled, flashing us his pearly white teeth. “Eloise Sage. Never thought Victor’s daughter will make a comeback.” “Rivers.” He furrowed his brows, “Excuse me?’ “I go by Rivers, not Sage.” I corrected. He nodded in understanding, then looked at Abbie. “And this lovely lady is?” he raised his brows. I noticed Abbie’s cheeks turn pink, her eyes still lowered on the ground. “Abigail.” She whispered, her voice coming out soft. My brows raised. Since when does she speak so softly?

"Are you sure Uncle will allow you to travel to France, knowing the reason?" Chloe asked her, playing with a spoon and fork on the empty plate at the dining table. "Without any doubt, it would be a struggle I will go through, but he has to allow me at the end." Abigail winked at the end after she answered her. Abigail tied her dark brown hair in a high ponytail that reached below her shoulders; her hair was silky and straight like her mother's, and her teal eyes had expertise in hiding her emotions until she wanted to express them.

Benton’s attention. “Have a seat, please,” the woman said finally. Ava gladly did as she was told. She was so tired from the trip and hiding her real emotions that sitting was welcome. Mrs. Benton didn’t have a smile on her face as she pushed some paperwork in front of her. “Name?” Mrs. Benton asked. “Ava. Ava Morgan.” A folder appeared in front of the older woman, making Ava almost jump out of her seat. Mrs. Benton stopped in the middle of opening the folder and raised her brow at her in question. She tried to calm her heartbeat as she gave an overly bright smile.

Karl The sizzle of sauteing farro mafaldine fills the air as Abby and I maneuver around our station like we’ve done this a million times before. I can sense a newfound glimmer in Abby’s eyes, a hint of something confident and downright mesmerizing. “Ken,” Abby’s voice cuts sharply through the noise, using the pseudonym that I chose earlier today like it’s second nature to her despite the pressure, “start on the mushrooms. I’ll handle the mafaldine and get the sauce going.”

a girl in front of me was saying. “ Really? What’s her name then?” her friend asked. “ It’s Seana,” “ That sounds like the same name Abigail,” “ Yeah, but it’s spelled S-E-A-N-A, not S-H-O-N-A,” “ Wait, so she thought that changing the spelling would change her name? The spelling doesn’t even make sense!” “ I know right? But only someone desperate to hide her identity would do that,” “ But do you really believe she is Ray-khan’s sister?”

without hesitation the moment Dad finished speaking, her pupils visibly contracted. Grace froze beside me for a moment, then tightened her grip on my hand. "Connor Foster, you'd better stop right now!" Abigail shouted. I looked at her in confusion. Her hair was disheveled, and her makeup smeared. She lunged at me frantically, trying to grab my arm. She said, "Even if you're trying to make me jealous, there should be limits. There's no need to drag marriage into this out of spite. If you keep this up, there will be no turning back!"

“Don’t.” “You didn’t tell me the mystery woman from the bar works for your grandfather.” “I didn’t know.” Miles whistled. “And her name is Abigail. So she’s not nameless anymore.” “Drop it, Miles.” He glanced at me. “You’re thinking about her.” “I’m thinking about work.” “You’re thinking about her,” he repeated. I exhaled slowly. “It changes nothing.” Miles smiled like he knew better. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

She might have gone a bit overboard with all the wall of texts she was sent him. "Miss Woodtriche!" Abigail turned now, at the call of her new name. She had become accustomed to it, when her dad had simply introduced her as his daughter, and everyone had made the assumption. Abigail had wanted to correct them, but realized that it wasn't the right thing to do. That was her name, that should have been her name, and it would have been, had circumstances been different. She also realized, that it would make for a more cohesive flow of work, if she simply went by that name.