Abigail Western Novels & Stories

Natalie asks me, looking suspicious. “Abigail,” I extend my hand, and she takes it, gives it a light squeeze, closes her eyes and tickles my hand, “Is something wrong?” “You are her cousin.” She knew, and I don't know how. I remove my hand, and she looks embarrassed, “Nice to meet you, Abigail. “I am Natalie, a witch.” “Do you know Liv?” I asked about that girl who didn't come back, and she didn't give me time to ask Damian because she didn't come back.

Abigail stopped in the middle of the forest, collapsing helplessly onto the ground scattered with twigs and dried brown leaves. "Vic! Am I making the right decision?" she asked Vic, her wolf, fully aware that Vic would never reply. Vic had been in a deep slumber since an unfortunate incident eight years ago, the same incident that led Liam's mother to find Abigail in the woods. Abigail didn't know her real name or where she came from. Her memory seemed wiped, and the only connection to her past was her wolf, Vic. Since then, Liam's mother had adopted Abigail as a maid, although treating her more like a member of the family.

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.

"That's right. Officer West, I need you to send out a patrol team, if the men are on foot, they couldn't have gone too far. We have to take care of this without attracting the attention of the state or the press, is that understood?” “Yes, sir," West said and led the other officers out of the office with a small mischievous grin playing on his mouth. He had been previously informed that it would come to this but there was nothing to worry about. He was sure the men were already too far gone by now. *** “Thank you very much, Mary. I'm so sorry for being late. Was she a good girl?” Abigail asked Mary, Ellie's new babysitter as she took a sleeping Ellie into her own arms.

Abigail, who was standing to the side of the altar walked over to the front facing Mark and Katrina, and called out; "Are you each enjoying your reward my brother and sister?" Mark looked up at her, and then looking past her saw me. I lifted my head up higher and smiled at him from across the room. Mark returned the smile and added a wink. Abigail turned to face the crowd and raising her arms yelled to all of us; "Brothers and sisters! All of you who are playing, I want you to watch up front! I want you all to come together as closely as you can! Women play with yourselves, men pace yourselves! When my sister from the west comes you are all to follow!"

“You’re not a bad person.” This wasn’t anything she hadn’t heard before. Abigail tried to mourn her mother on many occasions, but it only brought her regret, contempt, and bitterness. So, she simply gave it up. “I came to New York to get a fresh start. I got a few jobs, I got accepted into a master’s programme, and I found Najay.” She paused briefly to meet Theodore’s expectant eyes. “Remember when I told you that I thought I found love?” she asked.

All he could do was sit on the throne, have feasts, and whore around—not a king, a nobody. Abigail. She was more than ten years younger than her husband and went out of her way to take care of herself. She had thick black hair, a rat-like face, even if a pretty one, a thin figure—but with all the necessary curves—and wore a magnificent blue dress the same color as her eyes. Inside, however, she was a venomous slut, like a parasitic ivy that attached itself to a person, draining them of their strength, and enveloping them in its deadly embrace—a sundew, a flytrap. Both stared at me with different expressions on their faces.

I wanted to speak up but my wolf told me to keep quiet. "Do you have proof of Xavier ever murdering anyone?" Anna asked Abigail. Abigail threw her head back and let out a very hysterical laugh. It was the most creepy laugh I had ever heard in my life and I was shocked to have heard it coming from Abigail. She sounded like someone who had been possessed by a striga. "So you brought in your harlot to come here and fight on your behalf right? Is that how much of a coward you are that you cannot even fight your battles for yourself you have to let this piece of shit talk for you!" She addressed me.