Abigail Ghost Novels & Stories

she sat up so that he could see the dark lines that branched all over her belly, from her stomach to every corner as though she was infected by some kind of disease. “What is that thing?” He asked, his hand raised as if wanting to touch the black lines, yet he also could not do so. “I don’t know, but I think I am dying,” Abigail replied, her voice low and shaking. Ginika’s stomach knotted. Dying? How could she be dying? “I think I played a dice with the devil” Abigail let the shirt fall back as the first drop of tears fell from her eyes. “Now I am paying the price. I was so stupid.”

When her friends came to visit her in the evening Abigail looked like a ghost. “I tricked Dr. Carson to give me a holiday previously. I will use that and take care of my brother-in-law for tomorrow and tonight. You go rest. You haven’t slept since yesterday evening. If you are like this you would become a ghost,” Ellie said. Others nodded. Abigail went back and took a shower. She changed into comfy clothes and slept.

Abigail giggled and said, "I can't beat her in a fight, and I probably can't win if we pull each other's hair. So I'll have to fight her the way she does, by using gossip. Everyone knows Daisy is Gavin's wife, but I'm just a little assistant. Her name is more important than mine. She's not afraid of looking silly, so why should I be?" After her grandmother's incident, Abigail wanted to take Paxton and go to the Guzman residence to confront them. But she saw how much money Xander had spent to help her, so she stopped herself. She did not go, but that did not mean she was going to let Daisy get away with it. She could still argue with Daisy. That Abigail would use gossip did not surprise Xande

"No," Abigail shook her head, appearing regretful. "My Lady, I was walking around last night after dinner to aid digestion, but who knew that I would encounter her? I was about to ask her where she was going, but then I realized that she was walking around sneakily and looking suspicious. I hid in a corner only to see her sneakily walk out of the pack." The way Abigail described everything was so real that one couldn't help but believe her. Lady Aileen's face was dark from anger as she clenched her fist, and some cracking sound could be heard, followed by her self-deprecating smile.

“His fault… This… Everything.” “The Van Helsings are after August?” Aislen asked urgently, bracing against the edge of the bed. “I could not tell them where… where he is. I do not know. Men,” Abigail moved slightly on the stretcher with a moan. “It is not enough to hurt you… They must defile you, too.” “I’m…” Aislen swallowed thickly. “I’m very sorry about that, Abigail. About all of it.” Abigail opened her eyes, the swelling of her face preventing them from opening fully. “You should have left when you had the opportunity, Aislen Carter. And now it’s too late,” her small laugh was bitter and weak. “Your fate is entangled in our own.”

And apparently, I was the only person not allowed to have the key. Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and tapped the screen. A new message from an unknown number—Edward Fox. Edward Fox: Did your husband enjoy interrupting our lunch, sweetheart? My stomach churned. A second message popped up immediately after: Edward Fox: I hope you haven't forgotten what we still need to discuss. My fingers went cold against the glass screen. Then, a final message arrived: Edward Fox: Because I remember everything, Abby. I stared at the words, a sudden chill running down my spine.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 43-44 < AMIDST ALL EYES > Casey and Alex stood there with their eyes wide opened in shock. Until suddenly "We didn't see anything,we promise!" They both covered their eyes and rushed out of the room. Annabella and Gregor exchanged glances Annabella bite her lips,looking embarrassed. "Are you okay?" Gregor asked and she shook her head "I will go talk to them" She muttered

She snapped, irritated. "Hedley Hart, are you mute now?" "County Clerk's Office." Silence. Then that tiny gasp—like she just remembered her own promise. The deal: after ninety-nine rejections, she'd show up for the hundredth. Say yes. Instead, she'd gone to a concert with Pierre. "I... wait for me. I'll drive over." Click. End call. I canceled the ride. Not out of hope though. Snow started falling—hard and fast.

Calista beams, clearly thrilled to have her friend over, and leads Abigail through the front door. I follow them inside, the door shutting out the quiet street. Abigail smooths her skirt and settles onto the small sofa and Calista disappears into the kitchen. A second passes. Then another. Abigail's gaze remains fixed on the kitchen doorway. Only when she notices me watching does she blink and quickly look elsewhere. I look away before I can dwell on it. Maybe I'm imagining things. The funeral has left my head pounding all day. Besides, if there is something to worry about, I'll see it soon enough.