Abigail Thomas Writer Novels & Stories

Books were written about Abigail’s work as one of the first female commanders in the Motherland. Even more books were written about their love story. Abigail’s diaries were found by a family member during a renovation of Coursar Hall. They were edited, mostly for spelling and grammar, and released as a series of novels. It was discovered through her writings that Abigail was dyslexic, which explained the troubles she had with reading. Her husband had been correct - she was brilliant and would have accomplished more if they had understood her disability.

CHAPTER 104 Writer's POV Abigail watched with a satisfied expression as Miguel made his plans against Caleb. It was something she had always looked forward to, something she had waited for, for far too long. "I deserve some credit for this, you know?" Matilda smirked, also observing what was going on inside Miguel's house, standing beside Abigail. The latter said nothing but just watched proudly. When Caleb had sent his army to attack Miguel's household, she was scared. She was scared that Lila might turn out like her and take too long to be able to control the book.

she asked in an irritated tone. "Fine milady, Fine. Calm down first." Abigail raised her hands in the air and bowed a few times like a drama queen. "Now write a letter. Saying that you are traumatized due to the morning series of actions. So you want to take leave to take a rest. " "And I will take leave by saying that I need to prepare well for tomorrow's presentation," Abigail said with a bright smile. "Sure enough you are really cunning," Rebecca said. Abigail lifted her chin proudly and patted her own shoulder in self-abasement.

She wasn’t the type to back down quietly. Edward remembered the nights she stayed up sketching, eyes tired but focused, fingers stained with graphite and ink. She’d been burning herself out—working full-time as Chloe’s secretary, juggling deadlines, and still pouring everything into her design. He’d worried she wasn’t sleeping. But she never complained. Not once. “President,” one of the design team members said, pointing at Abigail’s entry. “This one was submitted under a fake name. Shouldn’t that be grounds for disqualification?”

Even though she looked calm and wasn't a bad person, something about her was off, and Abigail couldn't pinpoint what it was. She held the glass offered by her and took a sip lightly when suddenly Sara raised another question, "So, Ms Abigail, what is your profession, and did you graduate from the same city? As you look young for your age." She paused in mid-motion and moved her sight between Byron and Sar, answering, "I am done with my graduation and now am trying to pursue my career in journalism."

dad said. "He is right, my child, please trust us. We can't make bad decisions for you." mum chip in. These people are unbelievable. "I'm really sorry father and to you too mother," I said and took my leave. "You can't walk out on your father Eda?" mother yelled but I ignored her. ~AUTHOR'S POV~ Mistress Abigail's chamber.. She extorted the ink with the feathers and adjusted her hand to scribe on the white piece of paper on the wooden table in front of her. She loves reading and writing and she is teaching her daughter Kiara.

Abigail didn't want her to get worried and made it anonymous, so she couldn't trace it back to her. "Tanya, I honestly don't know what you are talking about," Abigail continued to say and this time, Tanya heard her clearly. "You weren't the one who sent the dispatch to bring me keys to the house?" She asked directly over the phone. Abigail felt guilty. "I'm sorry Tanya, I was thinking of a way to help you but someone must have acted faster. I truly wanted to help and I feel embarrassed I wasn't the one when I should have been. Can you forgive me? I was too slow."

"What the heck is she doing here? Hasn't she caused enough trouble?" Abigail took a deep, shaky breath to calm her nerves. "My name is Abigail Grant, and I was an employee from E-News Daily. "I'm here tonight so I can help administer some justice to those who were wrongly accused. Think of this as penance for my own crimes. "I am truly sorry to Ms. Alyssa Taylor of KS World Hotel. I was greedy and agreed to do what I should never have done. "I should never have persuaded her staff to steal the company's confidential information about Ms. Ada Kingsley's wedding, nor should I have sold it to the public media, ultimately leading to their fallout …"

Abigail woke up with a purpose. Her entire life here wasn't going to be about Charlotte and Olivia, it wasn't even going to be only about Mark, either. While each thing had its place in her life, nothing superseded, nothing ruled over everything. It was still her life, with many various factors in it. Charlotte was one of those things. As was Mark. And this new work was entirely another. And it was a very important part, too. Abigail moved around her room as she thought, she took a shower and sorted through her clothes to find something appropriate to wear. She was getting better at this, and she felt she could reasonably dress herself, now.

I don't know your past also because we only met during our college days. "Mrs. Arevalo, do you know Abigail? I just badly want to meet her so that I can apologize to her on behalf of my mother." "Yes, I know her. But I'll ask her permission first if she wants to meet you." "Okay, but Mrs. Arevalo, do I know Abigail before?" "What did your mother tell you about her?" "She doesn't say much. She just wanted me to apologize to her, that's all. Oh! She said that she was the key to my happiness. I wondered why she said that, but I didn't have a chance to ask her why because....