Abigail Western Novels & Stories

And it angered her even more. “Good Evening sir Hughes! I'm happy that you could make it to our anniversary party! If I knew you’d be coming, I could’ve fetched you in the lobby myself.” Gilbert laughs, as if his wife isn’t being yanked by Abby at the moment. It only took a second for Raphael to spot Abby. To his surprise, Abby has exceeded his expectations again. He knew that she had a bad history with her family, but he didn’t think far enough that Abby would resort to violence. To make things worst, she

Abigail's p. O. V; I'm Abigail Hopper, and I don't have a mother, raised by my father. I have an aunt and a cousin named Cleo. Got bullied in middle school for bad mouthing against werewolves. New transfer student to Westchester high. This is what everyone knows about me so far. but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me.

How someone you trust could betray you, and she wanted that far away from her. Her mother had suffered greatly when her father had decided to make his mistress his legal wife. It was since then Abigail had vowed never to depend on any man or get married. She didn't need a man; she was Abigail Weston, and she made sure her father knew before he died that she wasn't willing to share her empire or legacy with any man. Of course, back then her father, would protest but she didn't care.

said Abigail as she set her table manners aside, sat down, and started eating. Xander finished, gracefully wiped his mouth, and noticed her attitude had returned to how she was with him at work. Feeling conflicted, he asked the obvious, "Where did you go yesterday?" "Yesterday?" asked Abigail, not remembering much from last night. She took her time to recall before she answered, "Winnie invited me for a meal and I agreed to it." Xander's eyes twitched. "Who's Winnie?" Abigail replied, "She's Mr. Wright's daughter. The father and daughter even invited you for a meal yesterday."

Abigail’s lectures weren’t helping either. “Yes, I hope you don’t mind,” she replied, offering Abigail a smile as well. Abigail hummed in reply and I shook my head at her behavior, “just keep it PG,” she grumbled. Abigail was yet to warm up to my mate. Actually, the only ones that had accepted her fully were Edwin and Alessia. Edwin liked everything I liked basically and Alessia was thrilled to finally have a female friend. As for the other witches, I could see they were yet to adjust.

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.

Her voice was steady, but her heart was lost. *** Abigail danced her way to the pool cabana, feeling excited. Holding an apple in one hand and a book in the other, she was determined to make the most of her free time while her sister, Iris, was away. The incredible tunes from her headset fueled her energy, pushing her to explore a different kind of adventure. She was stuck at home, thanks to the silent war at school. Abigail was tired of virtual assignments and the monotony of video games; it was time to break free, even if just for a little while.

She died betrayed by her blood. She returned with the blessings of the moon goddess. Abigail was born to be a Guardian, chosen by the Moon Goddess, destined to protect the fragile balance between humans and werewolves. Instead, she became a sacrifice by her own people. Her family worshipped adopted daughter over her. Her talent was stolen. Her love was betrayed. Her body was used, her name ruined, her entire existence was wiped out, when she was murdered by the sister she once called family. But the Moon Goddess did not abandon her chosen. Reborn one month before her forced marriage, Abigail returns colder, sharper, and unbreakable. This time, she does not fight

Rebecca said, turning to her side, "Your Majesty, meet Zita. She is my personal help and Lady Cathy's governess." "It's nice to meet you, Your Majesty." Zita said politely and curtsied. "Same here." Violet said calmly, with a warm smile. "Um, I would love to continue this conversation but I have to return home. My husband is coming back today and I..." Rebecca said as she collected Catherine from her, "...plan to surprise him by making him a special meal." Violet felt a little sad when Catherine returned to her mother.

Most especially, Abi who had that delicate and attractive beauty. "Hi there, can I speak?" Abi froze. 'Did she find out?' Abigail pulled out a small smile and then walked away with her without anything to spare. And before then, she had found a way to bring back her scent in which she canceled so in case something happens Zeres would come for her. "Hi, am Vanessa are you a new witch?" Abigail slightly laughed. "No, I am not. I might have that look but am not. Actually, am human."