Abigail Spellings Novels & Stories

Abigail stomped her foot at the way of her mother's teasing, "Mommy, I'm not dating anyone, and I don't plan to either, because I already love someone!" Arabella sighed, already knowing where this was headed. "Let me guess, his name is Xander Rodriguez, am I right?" Abigail grinned widely while nodding her head with full of excitement, "Yep! It's him, if not him then I don't want anyone," Arabella glanced back at her iPad smiling at her daughter's funny words. "So, is that what you came here to tell me?"

Abigail, her friend, looked beautiful in a white dress. It had a Sabrina neckline with straps on each shoulder. The bottom reached her ankles, and when she walked, the dress swayed along with her. Abigail always looked beautiful in Haisley's eyes. She was a friendly and brilliant girl with occasionally crazy ideas. No one would think that at her teenage age, she was already skilled at matchmaking – even though her own love story never succeeded because the only one she loved until now was Gilbert. And no one knew that, even at her young age, Abigail was already good at making money. Clearly, she would become a wealthy woman someday.

Hailey laughed nervously. "Hmmm, of course" "Yes, well I'll love to chat but as you can see I'm here with my boss" Hailey said eager to be left alone. "Oh right, of course, It was nice meeting you, and you Mrs?" "Weston, Weston Williams" Abigail didn't know why she added Marcel's surname, she hated it but something about the woman made her spiteful. Hailey was right there was something very wrong with the woman that stood before her. She was the type that everyone liked because she pretended to be somebody she wasn't and Abigail had had a few of those back in her day, she could easily recognize them.

She smirked at me and finally walked away majestically while my fist clenched. I was indeed more of a warrior than a princess, and that was a result of their silly abduction. As soon as the door shut closed, I growled, and Abigail breathed out her seized breath as she walked up to meet me. "Who's she?" I asked Abigail, who approached the table and dropped the big books there that she had brought. "She's Princess Lily Diego, Aaron's first twin daughter," Abigail told me. "Isn't she yet married? I mean, they're all grown up. How old is she?" I asked, and Abigail replied, "200+ in age."

Abigail ran as fast as she could through the woods, away from the house and away from her sisters. She loved them very much but she was tired of being weighed down by them. She felt bad for feeling that way about them, it wasn’t their fault. But she couldn’t help the way she felt. It was past time to be alone for a while. She thought about going back to the house they have in Scotland, or maybe Ireland. She only brought a small duffle bag with a few clothes. She didn’t have to bring much because all of their houses had clothes and everything they needed. All she needed was her passport, ID, and some cash, all which she had in her purse. She changed her clothes before she left, she didn’t wan

He had been missing this little girl for a very long time, and seeing Abigail call him elder brother again, brought so many pleasant memories to him. Abigail looked at him, and it was evident in his eyes that he was very happy. If he doesn't know his little sister's name, then, it would be very easy for her to pretend to be his 'little sister'. Therefore, she said, "Abigail. My name is Abigail Duke." "You have a wonderful name. Now, there is a name to put to that beautiful face of yours." Darryl praised. Abigail smiled inwardly. She was so happy she had jumped on a very wealthy man, right after entering the shopping mall to look for her elder brother.

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

“Don’t.” “You didn’t tell me the mystery woman from the bar works for your grandfather.” “I didn’t know.” Miles whistled. “And her name is Abigail. So she’s not nameless anymore.” “Drop it, Miles.” He glanced at me. “You’re thinking about her.” “I’m thinking about work.” “You’re thinking about her,” he repeated. I exhaled slowly. “It changes nothing.” Miles smiled like he knew better. “Uh-huh. Sure.”

She chose this name because she loved the name and the meaning behind it. The name, Eliza means God's promise, and it was like I have got a mother. I did, and we enjoyed each other's presence. She was someone who I can learn from and she loved me, and not just tolerated me. Abigail taught me many things about life and taught me to have my own opinion and how to express it.

Abigail Liliana tilted her head. “I’m only impressed, Abigail. Really, I am.” Her voice took on a thoughtful quality. “I didn’t think you had it in you. All these years playing the good little wife, the gentle Remington daughter inlaw, the dependable daughter and sister… what was it that broke you, and has got you playing dirty just like us?.”