Abigail Roberts Rdr2 Novels & Stories

Richard sat down and stared at Danny with a serious expression on his face. Danny sighed, "after how urgent you sounded the last time we met, I thought you would have left for Thailand by now." "There's a guy called Red Blaze," Richard replied. "he has Ava believing that he is working with me and they are attempting to escape tomorrow night from Scorpion. I am afraid that this guy is an enemy of Scorpion and is merely trying to use Ava to get to him. I have no way of reaching her which means that I have to be two steps ahead of Red Blaze. If he succeeds in rescuing Ava, I need to be there to rescue Ava from him.

Abaddon is still fighting off the two who were holding him, both of them shifted while he struggles against them as an already injured human. The sight spurs Dina on, she finishes off the last of the three, leaping towards Abaddon before the third body even hits the floor. She tears the throat from one of them, blood gushing out and covering her face, and the final man leaves Abaddon on the ground, hopefully unconscious and not dead, snarling and snapping his jaws at Dina. She lowers herself to the ground as if submitting and when he comes closer, she pounces, her teeth sinking into his neck, her feet kicking out to slice through his stomach. He rips open with a deafening yell, coating the r

The rain was still beating furiously against the roof, and a few people lingered around, either catching up or walking just like her. Her fingers trembled as she scrolled through her contacts. Her feet moved faster on instinct until she didn’t even know she was in the rain dashing for the exit. She had been trying to find Theodore’s number. But even after scrolling past his name five times, her mind was far too unstable to focus on a single number. Then, out of nowhere, large hands grabbed onto her shoulders, halting her from moving any further into the dark night. She screamed and fought furiously, believing that it was Nicholas who had grabbed onto her. It was only when her captor spoke th

A column of flames shot into the air. The fire burned everything away. … The AI-written tragedy had finally come to an end. Truth be told, I still didn't understand how I was rewarded by that eerie countdown and voice. There was no earth-shattering change. I didn't acquire a superpower. I also wasn't transported to a different world. When I regained consciousness and opened my eyes again, I realized that my "story" had been recorded in the novel that was open on my phone, sparing no details. I shared the same name as the male lead of the novel—Connor Graham.

"They're here." My stomach dropped. And there she was. Abigail strutted in like she owned the place, wrapped in a red dress that left zero to the imagination. Her gaze flicked over me—quick, dismissive—before locking onto Rolin with a smirk that said 'really?' Rolin's arm banded around my waist before she could speak. "My wife." Abigail's mask slipped for half a second. "Charmed," she purred, syrup-sweet. Then—the bitch actually went there. "Weren't you married to Alex Moreau?"

She wanted to take a rest so she told the driver to drive the car fast. Then the car stopped in front of the pack house, she got down from the car and closed the car door. She entered the car and was immediately hugged by her best friend. "Abigail." "Alice, you are back. I was missing you." "When did you come back?" "Just half an hour ago." Abigail was Alice's best friend and his father Beta Harry's Mate.

It had been a tough night, and she could imagine her skin aching; her legs were still tired from dancing and trying so hard to let the motherfucker ask her over so he could assist her reach her climax, but it had been to no avail. Geez Abigail, you must have shamefully shown how desperate you were last night. Abigail swore to herself returning to her bedroom while drying her hair. She would be going shopping since it was Sunday and probably see to stopping by a restaurant. Abigail placed the dryer on the dressing table as she walked over to the wardrobe, selecting a baggy shirt and trousers. . "Would you like an escort?" Rodrigo asked walking behind her to the garage. "I'm good. And I won't

Ruth said, trying to stand up. Abigail made her sit back down with just a slight push. She removed the red cloth that was soaked in blood and plaster. "Im not done yet," she spoke while pressing the Cotton wool against the wound and cleaning the blood around it. Ruth gritted her teeth in anger and pain, shooting the young girl an angry look. But Abigail didn’t spare her a glance—she was too focused. Then Ruth turned the same gaze at Alexander and Raymond. He could read the message in her eyes clearly, saying, I’m going to kill your sister, and I’m going to kill you.

“She could be a traitor.” “Not everyone’s the same, Ros. You, of all people, should believe it.” “Then let me be the judge.” I regarded her before saying, “Just don’t do anything stupid. Receiving a nod, I walked off to the treadmill, my peripheral vision following Abigail’s steps to the deck machine, while Ros slowly stepped toward her. Abigail knew very little of our world and that too from her internet research after she had met me. I feared Ros would blurt something that would make her despise me or be more afraid around me.

Abigail's eyes gleam, piercing into the depths of the forest. In a hut not far from Lucy's residence, Abigail Rossie is hiding, unbeknownst to anyone.