Abigail Jones Great Pretender Novels & Stories

The girl chose silence, even though this made her beloved uncle disappointed. "Something must have happened to you and that idiot, because the Abby I know is an independent, intelligent woman who always speaks up about whatever she feels. Are you the same Abby or someone else who pretends to be her? You must return My Precious to me, because she is so precious and can never be replaced." “Uncle G, this is me. I am the real Abigail Laurentia Verz. No one pretends to be me."

I can't say if this gasp came out of shock that my abductor is a woman and not because I have been caught running off. When the gracious woman looks up, she looks confused while I stand here with my hands on my mouth and my eyes wide, expecting her to call security to bundle me up and tie me to a chair as a punishment for wanting to escape. She tilts her head to one side. "Who are you?" Who am I? You kidnapped me and you are still asking me who I am? Really? She is wearing a long lavender gown as though she is going to a dinner party. She looks elegant and young but I am sure she is in her mid-age.

Having recently been declared a billionaire author, she had announced her open mic conference at New York City Hall, and the world was buzzing with anticipation. As she makes her way down the stairs, Abigail is dressed in a stunning light green gown with a sweetheart neckline, her wavy hair cascading down her shoulders. The gathered crowd, including the enigmatic Michael, awaits her arrival under the open sky, seated in rows of arranged chairs. It is an evening of grandeur, where the beauty of New York City blends seamlessly with the beauty of the night. Initially, observers speculate that Michael is perhaps the owner of the publication, standing at the forefront. But as Abigail's radiant fa

"Ms. Abigail, the intern is currently working on the film studio project. I've heard she's hardworking and well-liked. By the way, she studies architectural design and has published several theses, earning numerous scholarships..." "Can you tell me her name?" Abigail inquired, looking at the back of the photograph. "Is it this one... Lina Jenner?" The assistant nodded with seriousness. "How did you find this out? Can we trust the information?" "I-I found it after seeking a lot of assistance!" Abigail furrowed her brow. "Did you get scammed?" The assistant blinked innocently. "Ms. Abigail, I don't think anyone scammed me for this!" Unbeknownst to the assistant, she had made a terrible mistake

A few were brutal close-ups, fixed on the scars tracing my abdomen and the tight constellation of puncture marks. "Come on, you didn't really believe you can't get pregnant because there's something wrong with Mal, did you? The reason's simple. He doesn't want a baby with you! "Otherwise, why did I get pregnant on the first try? Only someone as shameless as you would still go through IVF. You don't even know how much Mal finds you repulsive!" I finally snapped, "Shut up!" At that moment, Ashley clutched her belly and stumbled back, crumpling to the floor. She yelped and shouted, "Gigi! Don't push me!"

Someone genuine, with a humble background. That woman I met at the library yesterday popped into my mind. What was her name? Maria? Mya? Mia! That’s right, it was Mia. She was perfect. But how was I going to convince this stranger to pretend to be my girlfriend? From the way we left things yesterday, I knew it would take more than a polite apology for her to agree to go along with this. I was positive she hated me after the rude way I spoke to her. I was not thinking of seeing her again back then.

Abigail's blush deepened, as she ran to the shower room, swimming in shyness, wondering how she was going to pleasure him tonight without doing the main thing. After undressing and turning on the shower, the glass door slid open and Tony walked in, stark naked in all his glory. Abigail tensed slightly, embarrassment washing her, she didn't want to meet his gaze after seeing something long and hard in between his thighs. Her heart wanted to jump out of her chest. Did all men have it this big? She turned her back to him, pretending to be focused on having her shower. For a brief moment, she didn't hear any movement. Weird. She turned to see his gaze focussed on something and his eyes were fros

The atmosphere in Abigail’s mansion was tense as she, Alexander, Shawn, and Belle gathered around the sleek glass coffee table, a nervous silence filling the air. A low hum from the TV barely reached their ears until Dominic’s voice came on, icy and sharp, cutting through the quiet. “Gail Spark,” Dominic’s face sneered on the screen, “the name everyone trusted, the figure everyone admired, turns out to be nothing more than a lie. Her real name? Abigail Monroe—the daughter of the traitorous Monroes. For years, she’s deceived you all, hiding her true identity while secretly sabotaging deals and manipulating those around her.

“I need to pay for my food.” “Already done.” He nodded to the shop owner who was huddled close with the waitress. “I gave them a nice tip for humoring me, now let’s go get this mouse of yours. I’m curious to see what’s so important about it.” Trisha didn’t answer as she followed him out. She hadn’t noticed the car when she had entered the building, but seeing the black fancy town car that waited patiently outside sent a shiver through her. This whole fiasco, this whole deal thing he was talking about was real. She was really going to pretend to be this famous actor’s wife for one day and even possibly get her mouse back as well.

"Listen up—even if you're back now, this family and the engagement with the Frosts can only be mine! Trash like you from the sticks are only worthy of worshiping the ground I walk on!" As soon as she finished, she suddenly threw herself backward with a dramatic gasp. "Ah! Jemima, why did you push me?" The fake fall was smooth and practiced, like she'd studied thousands of trashy fake-heiress melodramas. Too bad it was me she was trying to mess with. The instant her back hit the ground, I drew in a breath, gathered all my strength, and let out a scream ten times more tragic than hers. "Ruth! What's wrong?"