Novel & Cerita Abigail Jones

"I must be stupid if I could pay such an amount to you; will you collect this or not now before I leave? I'm in a hurry," Abigail stated. The driver started pitifully, shook his head, and extended his arm to accept the money regretfully. Abigail is knocking on the gate; she knocked like five times before the gatekeeper could hear that someone was outside."Good morning, madam", she replies to the gate guy "Morning" "I filed my application some weeks ago, "but I got a call this morning from je-je-je-jenifer mo—ses", "yeah, Jennifer Moses".

We remained friends all through college and they sometimes helped with taking care of Lucas and babysitting him when I had to do important stuff at school. They are still roommates though, even if Abigail is engaged. She plans to move in with her fiance only after they get married. As said, Abigail is a data analyst. Like me, her parents didn't approve of her career choice at first but came to accept it only after she was done studying it and made a name for herself.

I frowned at that. "Abbygail. What are you getting into?" Kayla asked this time, glaring at her. My frown deepened. And I gasped. Is she Abbygail Park and not Arabella Park? "You, you're Abbygail Park and not Arabella Park?" I voiced out, surprised. "Sorry, Mr. Kim. I forgot to tell you that my boss is Abbygail Park." Mrs. Arevalo said, smiling. Oh, thank god I finally found her. I can finally fulfill my mother's last wish.

The delectable citrusy scent that had bowled me over earlier in the day. "Are you okay, Abby?" Taylor asks with concern showing in his eyes. "Uh, you…you know my name" is all I manage to stammer back. Nice one, Abby. Now he is going to think you are a complete moron. "Of course. Abigail James, who works for Eddy in the analytics department," he responds. "What? You don't think I know who works in my company?" he queries with an arch of his eyebrow. "Um, seriously, are you okay? You have gone pale."

I'm able to see her face a little better now. I stare at the beauty in front of me that is marred with bruises growing into a dark purple right in front of me. I know what Slice is getting at. Abigail is the daughter of one of our bothers Bone. She is a few years younger than Max and me, but practically grew up with us. She became a nurse after graduating from high school and has always been there if the club needed her. "Aus., did you hear me?" Slice says shouting a little.

I tried my best not to speak as if Abigail wasn't a bad person that she was influenced, but it was going so good the questions were coming in so intensely that made me mess up the evidence and that witnesses there ready and it wasn't looking good on Abigail's end but looking at her she seemed as if she didn't care. "Abigail Mabel you are hereby sentenced to 2 years in prison for the planning and assisting of a fail murder attempt of Julia Watson," stated the judge as she hit her gavel onto the desk. Out of the corner of my eye, I could feel the intensity of the gaze I was getting from Abigail that I could tell she officially hated me.

“Abigail.” Abigail took a deep breath. “I still don't know anything about the strange woman who was constantly guarded by Gamma Naomi during Alpha's birthday banquet,” she continued, unable to hide her worry. “And now, I’m shocked again by the news about Paige.” A bitter smile appeared on her beautiful face. Unable to hold it back, she let out an honest complaint as she pitied herself. “Meanwhile, I can't do anything here.” Janessa looked at Abigail gently. “I understand how you feel, dear,” she said empathetically, “but be patient.”

Abigail embraces me, then pulls Layla into her arms and hugs her tightly, smiling as she says, “It's a pleasure to meet you, Layla; I am Abigail, Darius’s housekeeper. Where are these beautiful little girls Diana has told me so much about?” Abigail's blue eyes sparkle when she sees Ellie and Beth. Abigail is in her early fifties; she always wears her graying blonde hair in a bun on top of her head. Since I have known Abigail, she has always smelt like homemade chocolate chip cookies. I smile at Abigail before handing Ellie to her. The first thing Ellie does is try to take Abigail's glasses off her face; Abigail takes hold of Ellie's hand in hers and chuckles as she whispers,

"I brought the new hire today! Let's welcome her to the Creative Team, everyone." "The lobby girl!" I took a look at the direction of the voice and quickly noticed a woman in her forties looking my way. She had her brown hair tied, brown eyes, and wore glasses. She stares at me with such shock that all I could do was lower my head. "Good Morning, my name is Abby." "How do you know the president-" Before she could even finish her sentence, Keith suddenly covered her mouth with all his might. It caught me off guard. She tried fighting Keith off, but Keith was determined to shut her off.

I am happy that both could come to clarity without any influence. “No. No me. Abigail.” “Abigail? Emma’s daughter?” I ask in surprise. Abigail joins us in this ball. I know it is because Diaz is not here this time. She has completed her course and now started her practice in a hospital within the city. She is a soft, short girl with a cute smile. The answers with a laugh. “Yes, the same Abigail. But knowing both Jax and Abi, I am sure this will work out.”