Abigail Spencer Wiki Novels & Stories

I replied closing the book. “There’s more?” Braxton’s ears perked up. “The story of our creation. Everyone knows that legend.” I told him. “I don’t.” He said as he sat up tilting his head and giving me puppy dog eyes. “Alright.” I laughed. “Legend has it Abigail was once a great leader of a flourishing tribe. She dabbled in dark magic to keep enemies away and the lands bountiful. Abigail and her husband were known to be fair but not to be trifled with. After years of trying they couldn’t conceive and Abigail desperately wanted a child. Without her husband’s knowledge Abigail went out on the night of the blood moon and preformed a spell. Summoning dark spirits and they offered her a deal. A l

So I read under Abigail's name. There lay the damning truth. Abigail De'crescent did not marry but she had a child out of wedlock. Bo De'crescent. My mother. Victor Blossom was my ancestor.

she said with a stern face. "It’s alright, Matilda. I’m sure she’s very talented. There’s no way someone I took a fancy to would be shabby. Come, let me introduce you to the rest." Some of them gave only a perfunctory smile. Only a girl named Abigail did more. She was blonde-haired and looked very young, around 22. Her smile was pure and innocent. Sophie could tell she was genuine. She was quite talkative, and the two got along immediately.

“Wife of Marcus D****e if I'm not wrong.” Abigail gulped and looked around the hall at all the eyes now focused on her. She wondered if she should refute the claims. After all the time spent looking for an agency to work for, she finally had a chance at one of the best, and she was not ready to let her position as Marcus's wife ruin it. Yet, it would be useless to lie since she was once a popular social media influencer before her pregnancy and people already knew she was married to Marcus. “I am,” she replied with a tinge of embarrassment.

All he could do was sit on the throne, have feasts, and whore around—not a king, a nobody. Abigail. She was more than ten years younger than her husband and went out of her way to take care of herself. She had thick black hair, a rat-like face, even if a pretty one, a thin figure—but with all the necessary curves—and wore a magnificent blue dress the same color as her eyes. Inside, however, she was a venomous slut, like a parasitic ivy that attached itself to a person, draining them of their strength, and enveloping them in its deadly embrace—a sundew, a flytrap. Both stared at me with different expressions on their faces.

“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?”

Lily quickly closed her mouth and settled back, waiting intently for Debra to continue. "No need to apologize. I know you're eager to understand." Debra smiled slightly as she remembered her daughter. She sighed and continued, "Abigail was a remarkable woman. She had achieved so much at such a young age. Abigail was only a few years older than you when we lost her. She possessed a kind heart and a beautiful spirit. She loved to cook and read. If you couldn't find her, she was either in the kitchen cooking or under her favorite tree reading. Abigail was a beautiful person, inside and out." "That sounds a lot like you, Lily. Abigail sounds like an amazing person just like you," Tiffany added.

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.

Really, I have no idea how to react to that, although something tells me that he knows who I am to Nicholas and how important I am to him, and I don't even know how to feel about that. Along the way, whilst almost getting to my room, from one of the opened doors to the hallway, my sight caught Abigael, the human girl who works with the Hunters. I cannot even tell Nicholas or Hillary that she is a spy. By the way, come to think of it, she really is risking her life all in the name of her job; I mean, she's even a Hunan and not a Hunter. And when you also think of it clearly, this is the kind of person Cole Hunter wants me to become.

I nod, “I can see why you might have felt compelled to hide your identity.” She perks up and nods eagerly. “That’s the only reason I did it and felt horrible about it the whole time.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “That’s not why I’m angry at you, Abigail.” I spotted a family photo taken at her Princeton graduation ceremony. Was it any wonder I failed to connect her to Luther Harrison with his thinning blond hair, fair skin, and pale blue eyes? Abigail's tawny complexion was exotic, alluring, enticing – she reminded me of that Zoe Kravitz actress. She was obviously the product of Luther Harrison and his Senegalian ex-wife, who’d left him to return to her fashion modeling career.