Abigail Project Real Novels & Stories

Abigail Rossie is a 50-year-old woman with a captivating appearance, though full of deception. Her long brunette hair cascades stiffly down to her shoulders, resembling an unseen brown crown. Her eyes, similar in color, sparkle dangerously, instilling fear in her enemies. Not just for her looks, but for the cunning of her mind. Behind the apparent luxury and grace, Abigail is a master of intrigue and real tactics. Her somewhat serene face, adorned with hidden wrinkles, reveals signs of age and experience.

Abigail finally lost hold of Daniel, and the little toddler scrambled away, giggling. "Daniel!" Abigail called after him. Before she could chase him, however, her phone began to ring. She answered, wondering who it could be. "Abigail James, good morning". "This is Jennifer Moses, from Megabase Company Limited." They deal with importing and exporting goods, the person on the other end said. "We received your application, and we'd like you to be here at eight o'clock". "Oh, uh, yes, of course!" Abigail stumbled over her words, completely surprised. It was already almost half past seven, so she would need to hurry if she wanted to get there on time. "I'll be there!"

The Horizon Spire bidding hall buzzed like a hive. I slid into a corner, eyes locked on Nebula Studio's rep. Abigail. Gone was her sweet intern act. Today she strutted up in a power suit, hair pinned tight, makeup on point—like she actually belonged here. Cute. She took a breath. "My inspiration came from the eye of the city. We hope this won't just be a cold structure, but a living body that breathes with the city and bears witness to its growth..."

Haisley replied, to which Abigail responded with a chuckle. "Complicated, huh," Abigail remarked, met with a nod from Haisley. "I can't promise that my feelings for G will disappear; maybe they will fade in due time. I have Him, the Ultimate Turner of Hearts. Just pray that I can get the best. Before heading in that direction, I want to focus on my career first. Save up to get rich quickly," she added, prompting laughter from both of them. "So, where will you two live after this?" Abigail asked curiously.

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.

Molly noticed it with her sharp senses, so she looked back and stared back at Abigail coldly. Molly understood why Abigail was seeing her as a foe. 'Seems like Miss Nolan has already treated me as her love rival, huh?' Abigail was about to say something, but a cold and distant gaze fell on her. "Miss Nolan, aren't you here to talk about a project? Come in." An upset voice was heard. Sean was being extremely cold. If it was not for the project, he would never be in contact with her. Besides, Abigail used him for her own gain without any hesitation. Who knew how many times she had used what she said to Molly on other people?

Abigail pushed into the room. She had a thin folder, a laptop, and her phone with her. She was busy tapping at the screen. She looked up after she hit a final button. Her smile was curiously mysterious. "Just making my excuses to the consult team." I nodded. "What the hell happened, Abigail? When did this become a drive-thru for people to pick up patients?" Abigail stiffened. Narrowed her eyes at me. "You know better than that, Mr. Penn. I take each of my patient's care very seriously."

I said, my voice shaking, betraying the storm rising inside me. Abigail silently scowled at me, like i had hit a nerve. “I’ve already pitched the acquisition to investors. They're on board and preparing to buy shares,” Abigail replied coolly, ignoring my dig at de ronte enterprises. “And let’s be honest, look at you and your husband’s reputation. Do you really think a single interview will redeem your already tattered image? I’m offering you something substantial. It’s not like I’m asking you to hand over the company for free.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a checkbook with calculated elegance.

“What do you mean, Mr. Galanti? Are you trying to exchange sexual favors for an early leave?” I shrugged. “It’s up to you, baby.” Abigail was a lot happier. She had finally moved on from what happened to our baby. She didn’t forget it yet but she didn’t randomly cry about it. She was also ready to get pregnant again. We’d been trying but there was no result yet. Also, her mother had been fully treated so it put her mind at ease. Michael Rivera had such a long sentence that I figured he’d die before he got to come out. Even if he didn’t, I was going to make sure of it.

“I don’t think now is a good time or that it is a good idea in general.” “Are you asking me to hide it from him? ” “Yes.” “That sounds bad.” “Do you remember Abigail? ” “I do,” I said with a nod. She lived three houses down from mine and was a senior a year before me. I remember how elated her parents were when she got into an Ivy League school. “Well, she is back and pregnant.” “What?”