Abigail Telenovela Novels & Stories

He then cast a spell. 'By the covenant of blood, I open the coffin.' Light comes out from around the chest. It didn't take long before the magic-covered chest opened, and Kinsley first saw the frozen and pale body of the woman he loved in a white dress. His eyes were closed, and his hands crossed to his chest. Her black hair fell, contracting with her pale body color. She is Abigail. The longing that has accumulated as one for 300 years slowly disappears. The sadness on Kinsley's face was replaced by a smile full of love.

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.

“What’s wrong with you, Robin? Did you fight with your husband?” “Ah! Of course she wants to break up with me.” When Abigail heard that, she felt better. She thought she had a chance with Robin. Abigail had long liked Robin before when they met at Robin’s graduation. The first time she looked at Robin, she was amazed, but Robin didn’t know that because they were cousins ​​and he had no intention of hitting Abigail. Because Abigail was obsessed with Robin, she tries to get it. What she didn’t know was that Robin has another girl who was pregnant. How would she react if she found out Robin’s secret?

Just imagining herself acting so hyper is tiring her out already. She shook her head and decided to do her morning routine already. After that, she decided to went outside the room and explore the house. Abigail lives alone on a cozy condominium. Her parents is living on the states while she was alone in this country to be an independent daughter. They are actually financially stable that's why Abigail often helps Thallia when she needs it. But most of the time, Thallia declines her help because she wants to do it on her own hands and hard work.

I knew she was about to destroy me. My fingers trembled around my phone. I could barely breathe. My chest rose and fell too fast, and I could feel tears prickling behind my eyes. No, please don’t. Not this. “I am saying that Abigail,” she said, dragging out my name as though she enjoyed the sound of it, “is having an affair, seducing, and has been kissing Alex Delmundo—her stepbrother.” Her voice echoed through the canteen like a bomb dropping. For a heartbeat, silence swallowed the entire room. And then chaos erupted.

Ivy wiped her tears off again, "Okay, Daniel. I promise I will not cry." "That's my girl," Daniel praised. He held her hand, "Come with me, let's go talk to your grandpa and aunt Isla. The article that had been revealed went viral and so many people were shocked by it. But the one who was shocked the most was Abigail. She stared at her phone and screamed, 'No, no, I can't take this. I can't take this!" Victor ran to her. "What is it, Abigail?" "Do you remember when I thought that the would-be queen looked like Ivy?" Abigail asked. "Well, look at this news."

Did she really have to wait until the childbirth process was over to unlock her uncle's phone? However, Abigail couldn't go home to inform her family or return to the café to look for her phone either. Because she was sure her phone was missing right now. She remembered clearly that she had just finished a call when the incident occurred, and maybe her phone was thrown away when she fell. So, the only last option Abigail had was to wait for Jonas. Abigail massaged her throbbing head, leaning her back against the wall and tilting her head back to alleviate the pain. Oh dear, why at a time like this was she feeling hungry instead. Her appearance surely wouldn't be much better either.

Christian’s POV Abigail was fine now. Back on her feet. Back to the quiet rhythm of her days—caring for Abuelo, gliding through the estate’s marble halls like she had always belonged in them. That didn’t stop us. It didn’t even slow us down. Mindless, senseless fucks in the shadowed corners of the Castillo estate—her skirt hiked around her waist, my hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the sounds she couldn’t hold back.

She laughed cynically. "Wait….. you're planning to……?" Matilda was slowly connecting the dots. "Miguel never rejected Vivian and Vivian never rejected Miguel too. They are still true mates with a real mate-bond." Abigail laughed to herself. Her plan was finally back on track and she couldn't be happier. She was The mistress of conspiracy, Abigail could manipulate absolutely anything into her favour. "Get ready, Matilda. It's about time I paid a visit to my stepdaughter."

Abigail started working as a maid in The Williams's mansion a couple of months ago in order to earn money to pay for her mum’s surgery. Sarah, her mother, was diagnosed with breast cancer. Unintentionally, Abby developed feelings for Liam Williams, the only son and heir to The Williams's empire. Liam was also attracted to her but they both decided to ignore the tingling sensations and sparks that flew between them because they were people from different worlds. Abigail kept reminding herself that she was there to work and earn and not to fall in love.