Abigail Jones Novels & Stories

Her pride was her only flaw, yet aspiring models still flocked around her, eager for her attention. Lauren was already calling out names of the applicants when Abigail walked in. “Lana Sinclair.” The said person stood and waved to the others. “Georgina Peterson. Sara Meyers. Nicole Harvey…” Abigail took one of the empty seats and waved to the woman beside her. Just as she dropped her purse on the empty chair next to her, she heard her name. “Abigail D****e.” She was stunned for a second. “Abigail D****e?”

“Don’t.” “You didn’t tell me the mystery woman from the bar works for your grandfather.” “I didn’t know.” Miles whistled. “And her name is Abigail. So she’s not nameless anymore.” “Drop it, Miles.” He glanced at me. “You’re thinking about her.” “I’m thinking about work.” “You’re thinking about her,” he repeated. I exhaled slowly. “It changes nothing.” Miles smiled like he knew better. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

The room is so quiet I could hear a pin drop. Right now, at this moment, my message is clear—I’m not someone you can ever dismiss or forget. I am Abby, the ex-Luna, the renowned chef, and the woman who just cooked an extravagant three-course meal for a room full of Alphas, yet still had time to dress to kill. Let’s see Gianna, or anyone else for that matter, label that as ‘pathetic.’

“Hello, Mrs. Reid… It’s so nice to see you here.” Abigail flinched when she heard someone addressed her as Mrs. Reid and she turned around frantically to look back, only to see a middle-aged woman smiling widely at her. This woman seemed to be in her fifties, but she maintained herself well and looked graceful in her black knee-length pencil dress. Her blonde hair was trimmed short to her jawline. Abigail’s eyes went wide while her jaw dropped automatically. The woman came closer and stretched her hand to her, “Hello, I am Stacy. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Reid.”

2:00pm Alex wasn't sure how long she was here for but the pain was getting unbearable and she was starting to give up the little bit of fight she had left in her and just wanted everything to end. Every time she thought this the thought of Alison having endured this for a year kept her going because she knew if she died then he would just go get Alison again and she had too much guilt and debt to pay towards her that she wouldn't let that happen, not until she was certain Alison wouldn't be in any danger because of what she did. Alex had to continue living just long enough for Jackson to get caught or for Alison to get as far from here as she could.

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

Amelia lays on her bed as she thinks about Damian. 'So he's a CEO" she thought. "I wonder what a CEO does," she says to herself. She caresses her stomach and remembers her baby. She then started to think deeply about abortion and her baby. 'If I abort this baby, will that make me a murderer?' she thought as she gently stroke her flat tummy. She looks around her room where pictures were seated on top of the bedside table. It was baby pictures. Pictures of her and her parents joyfully smiling at the playground.

Her blue eyes bulged, she wanted to cry when she realized how much fat she had to lose before she could return to her perfect figure. Abigail began to make plans. She instructed the housekeeper to prepare some vegetables for lunch, and later she would do some exercise in the afternoon. At night she instructed the housekeeper to serve only fruits for dinner, and after she would also exercise, in no time she would be back to her slim figure. The plan sounded so perfect to her that a smile found her pink lips. "My lady," Abigail whipped her head to the door where the housekeeper was standing. "Someone is looking for you. She calls herself Mia Brooke."

“You’re not a bad person.” This wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before. Abigail tried to mourn her mother on many occasions, but it only brought her regret, contempt, and bitterness. So, she simply gave it up. “I came to New York to get a fresh start. I got a few jobs, I got accepted into a master’s programme, and I found Najay.” She paused briefly to meet Theodore’s expectant eyes. “Remember when I told you that I thought I found love?” she asked.

Really, I have no idea how to react to that, although something tells me that he knows who I am to Nicholas and how important I am to him, and I don't even know how to feel about that. Along the way, whilst almost getting to my room, from one of the opened doors to the hallway, my sight caught Abigael, the human girl who works with the Hunters. I cannot even tell Nicholas or Hillary that she is a spy. By the way, come to think of it, she really is risking her life all in the name of her job; I mean, she's even a Hunan and not a Hunter. And when you also think of it clearly, this is the kind of person Cole Hunter wants me to become.