Abigail Western Novels & Stories

She can't make it today because she was sick. "Matthew, do you know who your father's mistress is?" "What mistress? I know he gambled, but Mom did not tell me that Dad has a Mistress." "Never mind then. I'll call you tomorrow after I talk with my boss. I'm sorry if I slap you. I'm just mad because you forgot the most important part of your life, and I hope you'll remember it soon. Your mother is right. Abigail is the Key to your happiness and not Kayla. Rethink again about the wedding, Matthew, or you will regret it in the end."

In the garden both women sat together discussing their recent findouts, it was a cool evening with the wind drizzling. A servant approaches them to serve tea to the duo, Abigail sat majestically on her chair dressed in a simple long dress that covered her feet with her hair that was now so long it stopped below her butt. The recent hair color suited her face showcasing her current personality. Abi was no longer the girl she used to be, a lot had changed including her status, finances, and also her mentality. “Is everything ready for Saturday?” Rey asked while sipping her cup of tea.

Georgia asked irritatingly, probably from our little fight just now. " Who are you?!, " The lady mimicked Georgia using a not so good british accent. Then I recognized her. Abiola. " Didn't I tell you I don't want to see your face again!" I bellowed angrily. " Didn't I tell you I dont want to see your face again, " She mimicked me, " How would I know you're here, when you dropped me off in the middle of the road and sped away? " She was right tho. But still. She walked away and I just watched her. Something stirred inside me.

Abigail Rossie is a 50-year-old woman with a captivating appearance, though full of deception. Her long brunette hair cascades stiffly down to her shoulders, resembling an unseen brown crown. Her eyes, similar in color, sparkle dangerously, instilling fear in her enemies. Not just for her looks, but for the cunning of her mind. Behind the apparent luxury and grace, Abigail is a master of intrigue and real tactics. Her somewhat serene face, adorned with hidden wrinkles, reveals signs of age and experience.

Author Note: Trigger warning- Consent/non-consent Unknown POV Abigail was as remarkable as I remembered, although I had forgotten how spirited my red-haired beauty was, how undeniably strong-willed and stubborn. Watching her sass the wolf the demon had charged to protect her, a smirk toyed at the corner of my lips.

Abigail watched him depart with a lingering gaze. "I should get ready," Abigail said to herself as she walked towards her suitcase and took out a white dress. It wasn't as extravagant as the wedding dresses she had seen in movies, but she knew her wedding would be memorable nonetheless. This was her Christmas gift to herself: marrying the man she loved most. And she couldn't wait for it to happen, hoping James felt the same anticipation.

On Abigail, the woman who never smiled at men, never softened for anyone, not even us Alphas. “She’s amazing, Alpha,” she said. Voice steady but bright. “Many other warriors are begging to join her team. I’ve never seen a woman with no wolf do what she’s doing.” I looked up at her. Abigail didn’t grin. Not ever. She’d been through hell before she came to us, betrayed, sold, clawed her way out. She didn’t trust easy. Didn’t like people. Especially men. But Viv? Viv had earned something from her.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

She glanced at her companions, at Liya, Whizz, Simon, and her children, and couldn't help but smile. With the vastness of the ocean before them and the endless possibilities that now lay at her feet, Abigail knew that she was not just a woman who had emerged from sorrow but a woman who had the strength to embrace the future. The pain of her past would always be a part of her, but it would no longer define her. As they strolled along the beach, the warm sun on their faces and the sound of laughter filling the air, Abigail knew that she was not alone in this journey. She had a team of loyal friends and allies by her side, family forged through trials and tribulations.

Chloe was hurt by her words, but it was important for her to understand that throughout the time, Elena had just used her for her benefit. “Really? You can say that about her, but can you say the same about me? The woman who gave birth to you.” Abigail Gilbert said and revealed everything to Anthony West that she also knew the fact that how she tried to cover up her crime and ended from ‘SMITH’ to ‘GILBERT’ because her mate kicked her out of his life. Anthony jerked her hand away from his arms when he heard the whole truth. The more everyone was telling the truth, the more his hatred for Elena increased.