Abigail Jones Novels & Stories

Abigail. She sat with her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her head slightly bowed as if in prayer. Abigail was the daughter of an omega, and Damien remembered the circumstances of her birth vividly. It was a difficult time for her family, and Damien had always had a soft spot for the girl because of it. She was just a few years older than Caleb and Kayla, if he was correct she should be around fifteen now, and he’d seen her around the pack many times, always quiet, always obedient.

“If I had kept the note and flowers, I could have taken it to them. But I just hope that gives him a clear indication that I'm not interested in a scary person like that. Everything about him literally reeks of danger and I don't want that.” “Hopefully, he'll get it into his psychopath brain and leave you alone,” I said, as Janine leaned against me. “I hate seeing you so distressed.” “I hate this whole thing too,” She sighed. “Let's talk about something else. Did you know Abigailbigail has relocated to Canada?” “No, I didn’t and now that I do, I honestly don't care,” I said, and Janine sighed before sitting up. “Me neither,” She said. “You remember that my colleague whose sister works at Abi

She was usually career-driven, but she seemed distracted while picking photographs. "What's wrong?" Lina poked her with her elbow. "Is there romance in the air?" "You..." Abigail widened her big eyes, making her face look out of proportion. "Haha, I'll stop teasing!" Lina grabbed her arm. "Tell me the truth. Do you miss Jacob?" "Not today." Abigail smiled. "Someone insisted on taking me to Jangasas!" "Who is it?" Abigail revealed the name of a female celebrity, Carla Clover, her good friend in the industry.

she said with a stern face. "It’s alright, Matilda. I’m sure she’s very talented. There’s no way someone I took a fancy to would be shabby. Come, let me introduce you to the rest." Some of them gave only a perfunctory smile. Only a girl named Abigail did more. She was blonde-haired and looked very young, around 22. Her smile was pure and innocent. Sophie could tell she was genuine. She was quite talkative, and the two got along immediately.

She died betrayed by her blood. She returned with the blessings of the moon goddess. Abigail was born to be a Guardian, chosen by the Moon Goddess, destined to protect the fragile balance between humans and werewolves. Instead, she became a sacrifice by her own people. Her family worshipped adopted daughter over her. Her talent was stolen. Her love was betrayed. Her body was used, her name ruined, her entire existence was wiped out, when she was murdered by the sister she once called family. But the Moon Goddess did not abandon her chosen. Reborn one month before her forced marriage, Abigail returns colder, sharper, and unbreakable. This time, she does not fight

With a sharp look toward his right-hand man, one of the goons stepped forward and ripped the gag off her mouth. The moment her lips were free, she erupted. “Who the hell are you people? Do you know who I am? You can’t just kidnap me like this! This is illegal!” Lucas leaned back, smirking. “Oh, I know exactly who you are — Richard Barton’s sweetheart.” Abigail’s rage melted into smugness in a heartbeat. Her lips curved into a satisfied smile. So, my name still carries weight, she thought, straightening up. “That’s right,” she said proudly. “So if you know who I am, you’d better untie me before—”

Looking at my curious face, Nova introduced her to me, "She is baby Abigail, the child actress who was chosen to play a role in the movie along with you, she looks so young but very talented." "I'm Abigail from Silver Moon Agency. It's an honor to meet the legendary Xander Rodriguez," she said with a giggle while giving the flower to me. Her cheerful tone made me smile without realizing it. Just hearing her voice put me in a good mood without any efforts. I stepped closer to her as if I was pulled towards her by a strange string wanting me to be close to her. "So, how are you planning to help me, baby?"

Alex’s POV Abigail. She’s my stepsister. She’s the one girl I know I couldn’t have, and yet she’s the only one I wanted. I warned her before she went to that party and told her not to trust Liam, but she never listens. Now here she is, drugged, not in her right senses, and looking at me like I’m the only man she wants in the world. Why does she think I’m bad? Maybe because of what she’s seen—the professor, the girls I’ve taken whenever and wherever I wanted.

She would learn alongside my assistant. The woman did not seem too happy and asked me right there if I was trying to punish Abigail for going out earlier as she had been the one who sent her when she thought that Abigail had been off work for sometime now. I smiled and then shook my head as I reassured her that this was not the case. I actually believed that regardless of everything, Abigail did possess potential. "I told you so. I'm actually really glad you're considering her." She said to me,

Her head whipped so fast and she looked at me like I was some kind of an alien. "You're kidding right?" She looked at me with doubt. I nervously smiled and shook my head. "I am not. I never had a boyfriend." I cleared out. "What?" Sarah looked like she couldn't process what I said. Was it a crime to not have a boyfriend or not have a Hickie? "Arabella—" before she could say another word, the professor walked in and everyone quietened down. "This is not over." She warned me playfully before concentrating on the front where the professor stood handing out sheets of our essays.