Abigail Spellings Novels & Stories

The atmosphere in Abigail’s mansion was tense as she, Alexander, Shawn, and Belle gathered around the sleek glass coffee table, a nervous silence filling the air. A low hum from the TV barely reached their ears until Dominic’s voice came on, icy and sharp, cutting through the quiet. “Gail Spark,” Dominic’s face sneered on the screen, “the name everyone trusted, the figure everyone admired, turns out to be nothing more than a lie. Her real name? Abigail Monroe—the daughter of the traitorous Monroes. For years, she’s deceived you all, hiding her true identity while secretly sabotaging deals and manipulating those around her.

I adjusted my cloak. “I am no longer Lady Abigail of House MacMayer. That girl? She died.” Lightning flickered across my wrist—just enough to remind them of exactly who they were dealing with. “I am Abby. I am the unbothered, unhinged, possibly divine villainess of your worst nightmares. And you?” I smirked. “You’re just another footnote in my glow-up saga.” Alana sniffled. Algebra looked like he wanted to faint. Father opened his mouth again—

some witch from ancient stories who is said to deal in dark magic. Still nothing. The second failure. My heart pounds as we face the final chance. I rack my brain, but nothing comes to mind. I see clearly the fear in Abigail's eyes, and it is no different from my own. And then Abigail takes a step forward. The voice shakes, but it is firm. "It's Sylphara," she says. "That name… I don't know why, but it feels right." We didn't reason it twice ,we all shouted "Sylphara."

She failed to see how that would be beneficial to anyone. “Our first pair, Emily from the beginners,” Coach Henderson started. She didn’t even have to look to know the Omega was a trembling mess. It was worse now with whatever spell had been cast on them. “And Ava.”

Like what she did to her father, she supplemented the surprise of her mother. "Lent? Borrowed?" Alexzia Wright dazedly whispered while boring her questioning gaze to Abigail. "Yes, Madame. I was made to wear this for tonight" Abby politely explains while bestowing the model her sincerest smile. Blankly, Alexzia Wright nods her head, contemplating something. "Ahm, Dr. Abigail Marie, right? Nice meeting you" Abigail was about to respond when she was pulled into a tight embrace. Another round of murmurs surged like waves of a turbulent sea.

Then heavens decided to send a helper and one of the maids, the one from before, I don't done her name, came in. "Ma'am, Mummy said you should hurry up." "My name is Abiola!, and please come in." She did as told and I looked at her. "Pick a dress for me." She looked at me. She settled on a glittery grey gown with shorts hands reaching her elbows. "Thanks, I had eyes for that one too. Do you think it's ok?"

Abigail POV Hi, I'm Abigail. Full name is Abigail Hampton. I'm a friend and also a cousin of Flavia and the niece of the man she loves, Gladwin Hampton. I'm not the busiest person in the world, and I'm not the most laid-back either. But one thing's for sure, I'm someone who likes to bother myself with other people's lives, especially when it comes to their love affairs.

he inquired, bending his face towards mine, a relentless force demanding the truth. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. The cloud seemed to hold its breath, awaiting my response. "I don't know how you came to know, but Abigail is not a witch who hurts people. She's not a sorcerer who kills people who cause no harm to hurt other people," I asserted, my voice firm despite the inner turmoil.

In another sign that fate was trying to help me out, this was the same Abigail that my brother Mark had been talking about for years and was planning on introducing me to when he could make it down. Apparently Mark knew Abigail from both his "Group" as well as the occult circuit. Abigail was a direct descendant of a family of witches from Salem and was a sanctioned priestess of the church of Satan. Needless to say between her finding out that I knew Mark, was a disciple of Levay, and had Royce talking up my work, things worked out better than I could have expected. Abigail let me display my paintings in her club for ten percent of the sales; Royce received another fifteen and the rest was mi

However, since the presence of Sicily Esther tended to talk more than Abigail. Esther's eyes carefully read every word on the paper. When her gaze caught a positive word, she immediately looked up to Abigail who was also looking at her. "What does this mean, Abigail. You're a doctor, explain!" Abigail let out a rough and heavy breath, she shook her head with a stifled voice, "You're a Beta, Esther. Don't you smell anything else in an alpha body?" Esther gave Abigail a sharp look, she roughly threw herself on the chair in front of the doctor's desk.