Abigail Jones Novels & Stories

Who told you that Abigail was a cleaner? Mrs Gates laughed out loud and replied, "Young man, since when is the cleaner richer than the CEO of the company? She coveted Mr Johnson because of his wealth. I don't know where she got the confidence from. Abigail ran away from home when she was sixteen years old. Since she hadn't finished her high school education, which position can she occupy in the company besides being a cleaner?" Ben, the reporter, shook his head and asked, "Where is your husband?" Mrs Gates told him proudly that her husband went to the office to teach their daughter a lesson.

Jonah wondered. "No. She wasn't working under orders or getting paid for it because a reporter has her principles. She wouldn't be involved in entertainment news if she primarily covers social news." Alyssa stared intently at Abigail's name and mumbled, "Abigail Grant … Abigail Grant … Why does that name sound familiar?" She was struck by a realization and screamed, "I know who she is! She's Michael Grant's daughter!" "And who is he?" Silas asked blankly.

It was like he had found a treasure he had been looking for. "Yes!" Emily nodded confidently. She didn't realize that adults were intrigued by her idea. Suddenly, Louis glanced at Abigail. "That means Abi doesn't know how to get pregnant? She's only 19 years old." The water that Abigail had just sipped almost spilled out. While wiping her mouth, she nodded. "Yeah, I don't know either." "Abigail is only 19 years old?" Melanie's eyes widened. "I think she's already in twenties."

She wanted the ground to swallow her whole. She grabbed her bag and bolted back toward the main courtyard, her heart pounding like a war drum. No one stopped her. No one said a word in her defense. She found a bench near the east fountain, wrapped around carved stone and the water no longer ran. She sat down, trying to breathe. To be invisible. Then came the click of heels. She looked up. It was the girl who first called her human. Abigail. She is a vampire. She has blade-sharp cheekbones and colder eyes than Kael's. Her red hair glinted like fire in the dying sunlight, and she moved like she was born to be worshiped and feared.

She knew she would be next. Finally, Mrs. Mia turned her attention to Abigail, who stood up straight, a mixture of excitement and apprehension swirling in her chest. “I'm Abigail," she announced proudly, her voice carrying across the room. "Abigail Huxley. I love to play the piano and want to be a great pianist like my mom.” Mrs. Mia's lips curled into a subtle, knowing smile—a smile that sent a shiver down Abigail's spine even though she was still a small kid.

Tiffany said, her voice dripping with superiority. “Oh, I know my place,” Abigail answered, gaze locking onto Tiffany like a blade. “Question is—do you know yours? Because last I checked, you’re just James’s girlfriend. No ring, no name, no standing. Actually… maybe you do have a title.” She tilted her head, voice now laced with venom. “The Ulricks should know they’re dealing with a manipulative leech. Or is it that you’re not really here for James? Maybe you're aiming higher. Someone like Edward. He’s a far better catch, right? Unlike your boyfriend here, who can’t even manage his job without screwing things up.” James tensed. Tiffany blinked, stunned. Abigail had never fired back before—an

All he could do was sit on the throne, have feasts, and whore around—not a king, a nobody. Abigail. She was more than ten years younger than her husband and went out of her way to take care of herself. She had thick black hair, a rat-like face, even if a pretty one, a thin figure—but with all the necessary curves—and wore a magnificent blue dress the same color as her eyes. Inside, however, she was a venomous slut, like a parasitic ivy that attached itself to a person, draining them of their strength, and enveloping them in its deadly embrace—a sundew, a flytrap. Both stared at me with different expressions on their faces.

she winks with dollar signs dangling on her head. Abby, or her full name Abigail Grey, has always been my babysitter. My sister has a hard time letting her do part time job since she's concerned about her safety, thankfully she's totally okay in allowing her only daughter to babysit my kids. Oh yeah, I have two kids. Should I start again? Hi, I'm Sophie Summers. I have two kids that came out of my vagina (in case you think they're adopted or by surrogacy) and I just applied to be a sugar baby.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Brickley said. Cass helped her up.He escorted them out.“Come back soon Miss...uumh I am sorry I didn't catch your surname,”he said apologetically.“Cheryl Jones,”she helped him.His eyebrows raised.“Oh Miss Jones.Come back again.Your company has been a pleasure.Say hi to your mum and dad,”he said.She smiled then corrected him.“Born and raised by a single mum,”she said.“Oh sorry about that,”he said.