Abigail Spellings Novels & Stories

I whispered, still reeling. Abigail watched me closely, her expression finally cracking—just a little—into something that almost resembled pity. “A Melbringer.”

She briefly asked about Christina’s father and younger siblings before finally turning her attention directly to Abigail. “Who is she?” she asked, her tone suddenly sharp and curt. Unlike the warmth she had shown Edward and Christina, Elizabeth scrutinized Abigail with an intense, piercing gaze. It was so overwhelming that Abigail felt almost suffocated beneath it, struggling to breathe. Those cold, domineering eyes… they looked remarkably similar to Mark Harrison’s. “This is Abigail Spencer, Mother. She’s the cousin of Mark’s personal assistant. She’s staying with Nora for the time being,” Margaret quickly explained.

“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?”

"What is your name?" "What are you doing?" "I need to make sure if her ladyship remembers who she is." "I…I…am Amelia Smith…." Amelia muttered under breath. Henry and Dane stared at her confused. "I'm glad you're with us again, your grace." Abigail said, changing the topic. Henry held her wrist and he raised a brow. "Abigail." He called. "Yes, my Lord." Abigail replied immediately. "How has your mistress been behaving lately?" Abigail looked confused but answered. "She has been feeling sick, mostly in the mornings." Abigail paused as if remembering something. "She also hasn't been herself lately, and her carvings have changed quite a lot."

The dirty, poor ones or the ones who simply didn't know their place. She stopped before her.. “Hybrid,” she spat out venomously as if the mere mention of the word could give her a fit. “Hand over the gown.” Abigail stood there, unsure of how to react it what to say. But one thing was constant in her head and heart. She wasn't going to leave without the gown.

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.

It's perfect! As we hugged, our child's heartbeat strong and steady between them, we knew that our love and family would continue to grow, a beautiful and shining light in our world. "Do you know what Abigail means? " I smiled at him, as I looked it up on my laptop, he shook his head no with his ear to my belly listening to our baby's heartbeat, " It means 'Father's Joy'," He looked at me with more love in his eyes than I've ever seen, "That name was created for her it's perfect my love she is indeed my joy! you both are!"

I wanted to thank him for all he had been doing. As happy Abi made the bed, a thought occurred to me. "What is your full name?" She paused what she was doing and turned to me. "Oh, it's Abigail." In a loud voice she began to spell. "A. b. i. g. a-" Was she shitting me right now? "I'm not an illiterate if that's what you're thinking. I know how to spell, thank you very much." I said, a little offended.

Abigail took a deep breath and stared at the blank page in her grimoire, willing a spell to come to mind. “Oh Goddess, please help me find the words,” spoke Abigail alone in her bedroom. Within a few seconds, she felt the presence of the Goddess and knew that she had listened to her call. Abigail felt inspiration hit her all at once and began to write. With forces wanting to mean me ill Please let them bend to your will Let no spell against me thrive Your will helping me to survive Let my power never leave my side May Your light forever be my guide May no spell against me find the light

Books were written about Abigail’s work as one of the first female commanders in the Motherland. Even more books were written about their love story. Abigail’s diaries were found by a family member during a renovation of Coursar Hall. They were edited, mostly for spelling and grammar, and released as a series of novels. It was discovered through her writings that Abigail was dyslexic, which explained the troubles she had with reading. Her husband had been correct - she was brilliant and would have accomplished more if they had understood her disability.