Abigail Telenovela Novels & Stories

I ask, my anger bubbling to the surface. "No, I am Tuberose," Abigail states firmly, her revelation leaving me in shock. She leaves the room, her footsteps echoing with finality. As the weight of her words sinks in, Abigail's departure leaves me standing there, my heart heavy with regret and a shattered trust that may never fully mend.

Hunter was going through the pages when his assistant started telling him, “Abigail is 22. Used to live with her stepmom and sister after her father’s demise. She was about to get married to her childhood sweetheart but he cheated on her and was found with her stepsister in a very … umm … indecent condition. The couple not only deceived her but also took away all the savings they did as a duo. Ms. Abigail leased an apartment in Dream Galaxy. Trusting her fiancé, she gave the sole ownership to him. He owns a bank account where she had been saving money for the wedding. But he is not willing to return her money. She used to design furniture pieces and earn money by selling them. Now she is so

After Nelson established Born Beauty, he wanted to poach her. He believed that they were all part of the Maddox family, and Abigail would give him face, but Abigail refused and said she would not leave View Entertainment. In the past, when Zoey was Russell's secretary, Abigail would come to see Russell as long as she wasn't filming. Later, for some unknown reason, Abigail was sent abroad and disappeared without a trace, as if she had evaporated from the earth. Abigail blinked her eyes and said, "Uncle, have you had dinner?"

Abiola had a faraway look before uncrossing her fingers. "OK, remind him to send me your number so we can be talking, i miss you so much. Be a good girl." Abiola said. "OK, I'll try to be. Love you." She said before she ended the call. Abiola stood up and went to the bathroom, coming out she was changed into something else. And I knew she was jealous as hell.

The phone rang, then went straight to voicemail. Lizbeth frowned. She then sent a text, demanding to know why Wendy was uncontactable. Unbeknownst to Lizbeth, the campus grapevine had been exceptionally efficient. News of her arrest and subsequent release due to lack of evidence had spread like wildfire. The initial awe and fear her name once commanded had been replaced by a chilling distance, a silent judgment from her peers. Minutes later, a hesitant text from Abi finally came through: "Hey Lizbeth, I heard... I'm really sorry but I can't come over right now. I'm swamped with studies."

She despised his ownership of her body and felt dirty every time he took her in that way. She suffered initially because he abandoned her there, but then she only appreciated his absence. She was now relieved and didn't feel bad about being the abandoned wife; she was grateful for it. That night, after that argument and after he had taken her without any care, despite her advanced pregnancy, Alice couldn't sleep anymore. Due to the agitation from their heated exchange or the forceful use of her body by Robert, she felt distressed, along with being extremely tired. Her belly was restless, and her back ached horribly.

“What do you mean, Mr. Galanti? Are you trying to exchange sexual favors for an early leave?” I shrugged. “It’s up to you, baby.” Abigail was a lot happier. She had finally moved on from what happened to our baby. She didn’t forget it yet but she didn’t randomly cry about it. She was also ready to get pregnant again. We’d been trying but there was no result yet. Also, her mother had been fully treated so it put her mind at ease. Michael Rivera had such a long sentence that I figured he’d die before he got to come out. Even if he didn’t, I was going to make sure of it.

Abigail! Suddenly, Father and everything else froze. I looked up and saw Abigail, but not the Abigail I remembered. This version had short, sleek hair and was dressed in tight black leather. “Come with me,” she beckoned me. I got up off the ground, Father still frozen mid-swing, and followed her. I remembered Abigail loved me, but something still seemed off. She didn’t feel like the same person I had fallen in love with. Didn’t Abby have curls?

Her thoughts, her dreams, her everything… They belonged to Xavier. Even as her mind whispered warnings, begged her to resist, her heart surged forward, consumed by the intensity of her obsession. Xavier was like fire—blazing, untouchable, and utterly captivating. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop herself from wanting to be burned by him. But now Abigail was back. She had said yes—to Xavier, to the tangled mess of emotions he dragged her into. She had willingly stepped into a storm she wasn’t equipped to weather, hoping, praying, that she’d be enough. But now, faced with Abigail’s return, that hope felt paper-thin.

Abigail's POV My name is Abigail Jones, I'm 21 years old. I have brown eyes and plump lips. Here I am sitting in church with a forced smile on my face as I watch my mom getting married to someone who is not my dad. Don't get me wrong, I am happy for her but the problem is the man she is getting married to has a son and he has been a pain in my ass since grade school.