Abigail Ghost Novels & Stories

I call ghost, he got more than one skill, and opening closed-door virtual and real ones are one of his many skills. He uses his key locks tools and messes with the door for a bit until it opens. Finally, I walk down with ghost behind me, I find a small girl laying naked on the floor. She's thin, too thin, her blond hair match mine only hers is dirty and matted on her head. Her blue eyes are hardly open, I can see bruises all over her fragile body. Taking off my shirt I cover her quickly and pick her up leaving this hell behind. "You're safe now baby sister" I whisper in her ears she closes her eyes letting darkness take her.

That's fair. Isa ignores both boy and ghost and rushes into the kitchen, fully aware of her sister's death glare towards her. Breathe Isabella. Breathe. She grabs the kitchen island to steady herself. She wasn't about to let him win. No, never! 'I'm killing him.' No! Do not, Daimen! Do not kill him! 'Why?' Is she seriously having an argument with a ghost in her head? This felt like a scene out of a fictional book.

Angela helped her daughter up, she tried hard to avoid Owino getting close to her again. “I found this beneath the sofa.” A huge amount of money, covered with dust, “I was still cleaning it.” She gave out to Melina, she was seated next to her

Abigail already runs through a corridor with the boy so as not to get caught. Now they were children's rooms where everyone was playing, talking, and studying with each other. While they both stare at each other with curiosity. "Who are you? And why did you scare me?" Abigail asked with a pouting lip while glaring at him with a cute angry face. Her small arms crossed around herself. At that moment, she was so scared and thought that it was a ghost. The boy smiled to see her pouting cute face and said in a tender tone, "Sorry little girl if I scared you! But I don't mean to..."

My heart dropped so hard it felt like it hit my stomach. She turned slightly, sunlight catching her hair. My breath caught. That is... No. It couldn’t be. The way she walked. The way she tilted her head. The way she pushed a strand of hair back from her face. “That’s…” My voice came out hoarse. Abigail? Or her ghost?

Everything pressed down, suffocating. “Please…” she whispered. “Please stop shouting…” Her voice was too soft, lost beneath the roar of anger. Then Chloe’s voice, cool and poisonous: “I told you she was nothing but trouble.” Edward turned, furious. “You—” But before he could finish, Abigail felt a sudden twist in her stomach. A flash of white pain cut through her abdomen like a blade. The breath left her lungs in a cry she couldn’t contain. “Abigail?” Edward’s voice wavered.

Slowly, Abigail got up from her seat and walked towards the back corner booth, it was the only one with a window that looked out into the alley, she wanted to see what was going on. Abigail could not hear anything that was said, but she could tell the conversation was anything but calm. Suddenly she saw it, Mr.Goldbergs eyes flashed yellow, and Daniel’s flashed the color of midnight. She could believe what she had just seen. Abigail was completely engrossed as she watched pitch black wings extrude from Daniels back, he was the epitome of Death in its purest form.

Have we met before? "Huh? umm!! No, we didn't." I vigorously shook my head, causing his friend to chuckle, but I didn't care. My name is Abigail, sir. If you'll excuse me, I still have a customer to attend." I hurriedly left the room and closed the door behind me, with my heart pounding hard inside my chest. I lean at the closed door, clutching my chest in relief that he didn't recognize me. I took a deep breath, wiped my sweat using the back of my hand, and returned to Jay, who was grinning at me.

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.