Abigail Western Novels & Stories

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.

I held on to her as she regained herself. Azian trying to reach her but being stopped by Edwin. She looked at me.. "how did you get from there to here so quickly? " " I teleported" I replied in a small voice. She looked at me.. "who are you? " I turned to face her, breathing out, standing straight, " I'm Abigail, the great mother Witch. The protector of Riota," She paused, her voice almost in a whisper, "Friend or Foe?" her eyes glistening. This was a choice I had to make.. Would it be the right one? I heard Anna's echo "you've never failed even once"

Abigail embraces me, then pulls Layla into her arms and hugs her tightly, smiling as she says, “It's a pleasure to meet you, Layla; I am Abigail, Darius’s housekeeper. Where are these beautiful little girls Diana has told me so much about?” Abigail's blue eyes sparkle when she sees Ellie and Beth. Abigail is in her early fifties; she always wears her graying blonde hair in a bun on top of her head. Since I have known Abigail, she has always smelt like homemade chocolate chip cookies. I smile at Abigail before handing Ellie to her. The first thing Ellie does is try to take Abigail's glasses off her face; Abigail takes hold of Ellie's hand in hers and chuckles as she whispers,

Now she was unable to do her bidding but her rageful mien, which continued to tremble, couldn't be overlooked. "You may leave now, Queenie. The Wrights will do no business with you," Tony finally let out, closing all loopholes. Even tears betrayed Queenie, stepping back when she needed them. Her pride had suffocated the liquid in her body called tears. Physical strength couldn't defeat charms. She knew it. Abigail was a witch. How else could she have survived those horrible years in her hands and protected her father too. Queenie took her exit without anyone showing her the door. She had overstayed her welcome.

Garry patted Zac's back, who did not react at all. What was he supposed to say? Everything they were talking about was just assumptions because he was the one who had gone in and seen how Abigail could be called a Lioness. He had even been brought to his knees, even though he was not the type of man who was easily conquered. However, since meeting Abigail, everything has changed. "For sure, Abigail Genovhia is not what the media says. She is not as tough as I imagined. No one can blame a seduction, especially—"

Girls sitting there started leaving muttering to themselves for losing the opportunity of meeting the handsome CEO. *** James handed over a file to Hunter Levisay, “This has got everything on Abigail Mason. But I will tell you the summary, sir.” 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.

<> Inside my mind, I was recreating exactly what was going to happen between us. She was definitely going to give me hell, although I was ready for it.

"Are you sure Uncle will allow you to travel to France, knowing the reason?" Chloe asked her, playing with a spoon and fork on the empty plate at the dining table. "Without any doubt, it would be a struggle I will go through, but he has to allow me at the end." Abigail winked at the end after she answered her. Abigail tied her dark brown hair in a high ponytail that reached below her shoulders; her hair was silky and straight like her mother's, and her teal eyes had expertise in hiding her emotions until she wanted to express them.

She tried her best to wave them away, hoping to hustle everyone back inside before her secret was discovered. Though both Edith and Abigail were nearing eighty, neither dressed like a little older women. Abigail hit her deceptively, small and seemingly frail frame beneath a maroon wind suit. Her tiny, elfish face bore the deep wrinkles of a woman who’d smoked two packs a day for over thirty years. She needed something to keep her busy after giving up cigarettes in her sixties, so she’ll become a born again fitness junkie.

Abigail. She sat with her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her head slightly bowed as if in prayer. Abigail was the daughter of an omega, and Damien remembered the circumstances of her birth vividly. It was a difficult time for her family, and Damien had always had a soft spot for the girl because of it. She was just a few years older than Caleb and Kayla, if he was correct she should be around fifteen now, and he’d seen her around the pack many times, always quiet, always obedient.