Abigail Thomas Writer Novels & Stories

Could it be that some high-ranking person's mistresses or misters have made connections and come here to torment them? Others obviously had doubts about Abigail's age as well. How could someone like her manage a company? "With your playing style, it was impossible to win within three to five months." Abigail patted the chubby woman's shoulder and said, "Work hard and earn more money." As Abigail was about to leave the Design Department, her gaze unintentionally caught sight of a girl in the corner wearing headphones, with her back facing them, drawing something on a white paper. She walked over and took a look. She saw the girl sketching a little dress, which looked ordinary. However, a stac

Then her shoulders straighten and she steps closer to me, putting her mouth right up to my ear, before she starts whispering, quickly and quietly. “One of my friends was taken as Aiden’s mate. Her name was Abigail. It should have been impossible, because she was already mated to someone and very happy. But she didn’t fight it at all, she just accepted it. It seemed like she just forgot all about Thomas. As if he was wiped from her mind completely. She kept repeating how happy and honored she was to be Aiden’s mate. Then he took her to his mother and nobody ever saw her again.”

Abigail's pov - I am immersed in my writing, my thoughts entwined with the intricate threads of a new plot. It sounds promising, at least in the confines of my own mind. If I'm content with it, perhaps my readers will be too. My fingers tap rhythmically on the keyboard, each keystroke a dance of creativity as I attempt to weave words into a captivating tapestry.

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

Abigail had no clue what she'd find or what she'd become, but she knew for certain that she was going to write her own story. Surely, Mark was an evil, monstrous sorry excuse of a human being, but her mother was and always will be a coward who chose her abusive husband over her only life and daughter. Let them bury her. Let her stay there in a box condemned to the earth forever. She placed herself there. At least she'll surely leave with her prized flowers.

In another sign that fate was trying to help me out, this was the same Abigail that my brother Mark had been talking about for years and was planning on introducing me to when he could make it down. Apparently Mark knew Abigail from both his "Group" as well as the occult circuit. Abigail was a direct descendant of a family of witches from Salem and was a sanctioned priestess of the church of Satan. Needless to say between her finding out that I knew Mark, was a disciple of Levay, and had Royce talking up my work, things worked out better than I could have expected. Abigail let me display my paintings in her club for ten percent of the sales; Royce received another fifteen and the rest was mi

Kathy's focus remained fixed on the documents scattered across her desk as she calmly responded; "Arguing with someone like her is futile." Abigail let out a sigh of frustration and addressed Kathy, her voice tinged with exasperation; "Kathy, the reason she's attacking you like this is because she knows she can't surpass you with her abilities, so she resorts to using words as her weapon. You can't allow her to tarnish your reputation and integrity." Abigail fell silent, hoping for a response from Kathy, but Kathy continued to immerse herself in the documents without uttering a word.

Henry was shot spot on by that horrible Senate and he died. Now Abigail had great resentment towards those two and had always sworn to avenge them. Sometimes, her mom was tortured to the extent of not being allowed to buy stuff From the local market so, Abi got into Animation making and that was what she had been doing buying things outside and bringing it back to Louis Town for Claire. Now all she needed was an Icon. But suddenly, Abi's face lifted with shock as she instantly remembered that she was supposed to ask that handsome young man to be her icon. Yes her icon. She had wanted to ask him but heck, his beauty had distracted her.

she thought out loud before she burst into a loud, maniacal laughter. Things were finally looking up for her since Caleb had married that woman, spoiling her well-laid plans. When he informed her of his grandmother’s order, she had played the role of the sad, concerned girlfriend, but the moment he left, Abigail had fallen into a murderous rage that made her thrash her entire apartment. A cruel smile curved her lips as she remembered that day. Soon, the Kensington family would learn that no one stood in the way of what Abigail Sinclair wanted. Starting with the wife, Abigail intended to slowly work her way to the top.

I relaxed into her touch, using it to keep me centered and focused or else I might just destroy the bitch where she stood. “All thirty-one,” she said, crying. Nobody held any sympathy for her though. She was just sad that she got caught. “Abigail used her gift on the families to make them believe their loved ones left on their own accord.” “Take her to the cells, and keep her the fuck away from anyone else down there,” I said to Apollo.