Abigail Roberts Rdr2 Novels & Stories

“I remembered a couple of years ago, you had installed two tiny cameras in your office at the desk while clearing out company spies.” I had forgotten about it if she didn't bring it up. “Did you get anything from those cameras?” I asked. She nodded and showed us her phone with a video ready to be played on the screen. I took the phone and tapped the play button, with Max watching together with me. The video showed that when Abigail fell onto the ground, she reached into her dress, pulled out a small pouch filled with red liquid, and placed it between her legs. Her movements were fast and discreet, like she had practiced it so many times.

she said with a chuckle. “Wha.. what are you saying?” I managed to get my resistant tongue to articulate. “She’s coming around,” Rob said. “Give her more of whatever you’ve been giving her,” Abigail ordered. I could hear the clipping of her heels against the stone floor stop as she said, “Bring me her head when it’s all done. I want proof she’s dead.” My mind screamed in outrage, but my tongue remained silent. I could smell the rancid odor of the concoction Rob forced past my lips long before I tasted its bitterness. It was some type of poison that impaired my body functions, but my mind remained clear.

Xavier’s gaze locked onto the doorway, his breath hitching as she appeared. Abigail Hartley. She stepped into the room with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, her form-fitting red dress hugging her figure in a way that commanded attention. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her crimson lips curved into a smirk that was both seductive and cruel. But it was her eyes—those piercing, calculating eyes—that locked onto Xavier’s and refused to let go.

Rhett suspected that Phillip's interest had been more opportunistic than genuine, but he did not think it was the right time to point that out to Abigail. "I would have liked to have been a mother I think," Abigail said quietly before beginning to cough. "Smoke is bad, eh?" Rhett said. She did not answer. They had caught up with the bulk of Benethin and Aeylira's force and the noise of so many soldiers, the screams of the zombies and the Van Helsing soldiers in the smoke stole the opportunity for further conversation. It wasn't until he realized that Abigail had stopped coughing that he looked down at her, his chest growing tight as he realized that she had passed away.

Shock adorns their faces upon noticing Abigail’s outfit. Contrary to the business suit and formal dresses everyone is wearing, including Chairman Cartagena, Abigail Marie is wearing a pair of denim shorts and an oversized cardigan paired with white sneakers. A typical teenager wears. But Abigail is no longer a teenager and she is inside the F&D building. She was so out of place. Her outfit became everyone's nightmare and horrified eyes darted to the respectable men composing the Steel entourage. Breaths are held while they all wait for the Steel couple’s reaction, especially coming from the starchy Dr. Amara Rechner-Steel.

Once she was out she looked up at the tall building. RW Estates and Properties: A renowned name in the market, was written at the top. "Come to think of it. RW might mean Rafael Wyatt. What if some handsome is waiting for you..." Selina's words from this morning rang in her ears. And then she remembered. That was NOT a movie. Hunter was the one who hired Abigail by putting absurd conditions. So. This was the trick. I am not Abigail. She was desperate because she wanted revenge on her sister and fiancé. I don't have any such agenda.

Alice began to despair as she got no response from Abby. Abigail sighed a few times, sounding heavy with words. Indeed, there would be many things that she might have to sacrifice if she were to come and meet Gin directly. It could be that the person who had been targeting her eventually discovered the identity of Abigail Genovhia. That was the reason why she hired some detectives to do such crucial things. For her safety, as well as that of the people she cared about. "Prepare whatever we need to meet that brat. Let's see, I'll pinch his ears when we meet," Abby said.

Aster contributed little or nothing, to the conversation, as it was clear that Darren and his father were the ones leading the discussion, with Abigail as their backbone—the bulldozer that crushed anyone who stood in their way. I gathered that she was the one who had built the formidable army that fought for her husband and destroyed their enemies—the same army that had slaughtered my people. Yet, without realizing it, I found myself admiring Abigail. She instantly became my role model. She was fierce, ruthless, and willing to destroy anything or anyone who threatened her family. And that's exactly how ruthless I will be when I will destroy them all. Now I understood why they had chosen Linn

That's how the night went and we all slept off on my bed in wierd positions. Iwo lo mo- that's your business. Ok that's it for the first chapter, how do you guys see it. Abi likes rolling her eyes too much, this character is sponsored by my cousin she can also roll eye for africa. Pls give me your feedbacks, I'll really appreciate it.

That night had been like their first time all over again. Only better. They knew what they were doing. You must obey me, Damien... Abigail appeared in her black combat fatigues, her red hair pulled back in a ponytail, a crossbow aimed before her as they stalked through a crypt hunting a vampire. Abigail, her face splattered with white as she swept the paint roller across their bedroom wall when they first moved into their house. I will be obeyed, Damien ... I am your Dam. I brought you back into this world...