Abigail Ghost Novels & Stories

Suddenly, she jumped to her feet and exclaimed excitedly, "I get it! I finally get it all!" Dominic looked at her flatly. "What do you get?" "Abigail is one of yours... No, she's a ghost you control!"

"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.

But the way his fingers dug into her waist unknowingly and the tiny but noticeable scowl on his face, not to mention the slight tremor in his frame, told Abigail all she needed to know. She wasn’t hallucinating, and she really had seen Nicholas that night. Nicholas touched her. The only thing that kept her sane from the incident two nights ago was the tiny possibility that it wasn’t even him. When she used to have one, her therapist once told her that it is pretty easy to imagine seeing Nicholas, even when he wasn’t there. It had happened a few times, and it terrified Abigail. Her therapist helped her through that phase. “Do you . . . Do you think he knew I was at the restaurant?” Abigail as

It was almost evening and Abigail hadn’t shown up yet; I knew her friend didn’t warn her because I read her mind and Abigail’s phone has been switched off since she left our house. Antonio and I were sitting on the porch stairs, waiting, but I was getting impatient. Would she really show up? Did I read wrong and is Abigail really not coming? “Why don’t you relax and use your abilities a little bit more?” Antonio snapped. I guess my thoughts were annoying him, not that anyone asked him to pry. “I’d rather just wait and see how things play out.” “3...2...1” A vision of three ladies coming into the B&D flashed in my head, Antonio asked them where Abigail was and one of them replied that she wen

But the girl had opened her big mouth to say, "I ain't going no boring place with ya. I'm perfectly fine with the stable life here." With the subtle chilly sensation surrounding her, Geneva opened the door. She refused to spare the bedroom a glance. Sitting rigidly on the sofa, she awaited her fate. "Let's get married now," the straightforward ghost said without a change in his features. "Nooooo. No, no, no, noooo!" She shouted, jumping from the sofa. She shook her hands and head to solidify her non-compliance. She wondered when the ghost had change back to his human form to intimidate her the more.

She was perfect. “No, I’m not. We can talk. Come in.” She walked in, her movements shaky, and she didn’t even meet my eyes and looked around the room instead. I tilted my head. “Abigail, I can see well that something’s wrong with you. Mind telling me what it is?” She looked up to meet my eyes, and her throat bobbed. “I just... I wanted to apologise—” “For ghosting me since yesterday?” She smiled and nodded. “I’m sorry. I haven’t been myself lately.” Her chest heaved in distress.

Abigail's POV - The morning light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. I slowly open my eyes, my body aching with fatigue. The throbbing pain in my head still lingers, a constant reminder of the torment I've endured. As I shift in bed, I'm greeted by an unexpected sensation—a familiar fragrance that dances in the air around me. My heart skips a beat as I inhale deeply, recognizing that unique scent. Mick? For a moment, I allow myself to believe the impossible. Could he really be here, standing beside me? Is it possible that he's had a change of heart, that he regrets the harsh words he hurled at me, the accusations that tore us apart?

Inside my apartment, I collapsed on the couch, my mind was everywhere. The photo. The rumors. The mask. The fear in his eyes. “Damn! I didn’t show him the picture again.” I can’t keep doing this blind. I grabbed my laptop and started digging deeper into “The Ghost.” I needed to know the whole truth. Because if I was going to stay fucking this man, if I was going to keep sucking his cum which I knew I wanted to stay. I had to know exactly what kind of beast I was falling for.

Abigail looked Gina dead in the eye and replied aloofly, "Oh, congrats. He's not my type anyway." Gina paused, dumbfounded. Obviously, she didn't expect such a cold response, as if her punch had just hit a pillow. Abigail stared at Gina as if she was looking at a fool. "About Maximo, feel free to keep him if you're into that loser." With that, Abigail walked out of the gate, leaving everything behind. Walking out of the Guzman's house, Abigail breathed a sigh of relief and put on a mask. Then she turned and took one last glance at the house.

The color drained from Graig’s face as he stared at her, the pieces of the puzzle clicking together in his mind. “You…you’re Gail Spark?” he stammered, his voice tinged with disbelief. Abigail let out a low chuckle, the sound cold and mocking. “Surprised? I’m more than the broken girl you left in the dust. I’m everything you feared and more.” Graig’s face flushed red with rage, his fists clenching despite the restraints. “You’ll never leave this place alive! You think you can just waltz in here and defeat me?”