Abigail Wyatt Novels & Stories

She briefly asked about Christina’s father and younger siblings before finally turning her attention directly to Abigail. “Who is she?” she asked, her tone suddenly sharp and curt. Unlike the warmth she had shown Edward and Christina, Elizabeth scrutinized Abigail with an intense, piercing gaze. It was so overwhelming that Abigail felt almost suffocated beneath it, struggling to breathe. Those cold, domineering eyes… they looked remarkably similar to Mark Harrison’s. “This is Abigail Spencer, Mother. She’s the cousin of Mark’s personal assistant. She’s staying with Nora for the time being,” Margaret quickly explained.

Lauren suggested. "You're mean, you want me to miss all the gists." Abigail pouted. "Don't worry my child, we will save some for you. Now go get me some fruits." Jenny persuaded. Abigail threw her mom and her elder sister an unfair look before she reluctantly made her way out of the ward. She found Stanley seated on a chair, typing away on his phone. She smiled sheepishly as an idea came to her. If her sissy didn't want to confess what was going on then she could manipulate Stanley to say something.

For over 260 years, Aliya has lived with one purpose: revenge. After watching her parents and baby brother murdered by a rival vampire clan, she was forced to take her father’s place as leader. The loss hardened her into a ruthless, feared vampire who sees humans as nothing more than prey. But everything changes when she meets Eric, a mysterious young man who unexpectedly calls her beautiful and defends her from a group of bullies. For the first time in centuries, Aliya feels something other than anger. Obsessed with him, she enrolls at Central City High School, determined to make Eric fall in love with her, turn him into a vampire, and build the life she never had. However, Aliya soon

Abigail asked Charles as she stood in the way, blocking him from getting into the car. "Get out of my way, Abigail!” Charles snapped but Abigail remained there, standing in front of him without fear. She knew that he could not fire her. She was not just his assistant, she was also his cousin, the only family he had left. "I won't," Abigail stomped her foot. "If I had known that you would come for her, I wouldn't have shown you the news. You lied to me that you were going to pick Mary up, how come it's Bethany?" She sneered as her eyes dropped to Bethany who retreated back as if trying to merge herself with Charles.

I nod, “I can see why you might have felt compelled to hide your identity.” She perks up and nods eagerly. “That’s the only reason I did it and felt horrible about it the whole time.” I lean forward, elbows on my knees. “That’s not why I’m angry at you, Abigail.” I spotted a family photo taken at her Princeton graduation ceremony. Was it any wonder I failed to connect her to Luther Harrison with his thinning blond hair, fair skin, and pale blue eyes? Abigail's tawny complexion was exotic, alluring, enticing – she reminded me of that Zoe Kravitz actress. She was obviously the product of Luther Harrison and his Senegalian ex-wife, who’d left him to return to her fashion modeling career.

Just as she was about to reach the screen, I strode forward in a flash and blocked her path. I didn't lay a hand on her. I merely stepped in front of her, my gaze stabbing into her like an ice-cold blade. I looked her straight in the eye and said emphatically, "What gives a backstabbing traitor like you the right to lecture me about airing the family's dirty laundry?" The sheer force of my presence stopped her dead in her tracks. Her face turned ghostly white. At the exact moment Lydia stood frozen in shock, my fiancee—Abigail Connelly, heiress of the Connelly Group—finally made her move.

Alfred said and glanced at Amelia’s stomach. “But you come into his life can be seen as a weakness. People would try to go for your life as well as his unborn heir” Amelia swallowed at Alfred’s words. She placed her hand on top of her belly as she carefully listened to the butler’s words. “So, young madam, this is the advice of this old butler,” Alfred said as he looked at Amelia’s sunset eyes. “You have to expect to be in danger at all times. You are to be Amelia Castillo after all. Your life as a Castillo is different from your life as a Reinhart. You need to be on guard at all times, especially when you’re outside the manor” he continued.

Alpha Wyatt never came back to the Packhouse while I was there, so I never even got to talk to him about anything—which didn’t help me get any sleep. I had just got to the diner and clocked in; Helping Amelia get the place ready to open, starting up some pots of coffee and making sure the dining area was clean and tidy. I make sure to unlock the doors and light up our open sign in the window. As I got behind the counter to put on my apron, my heart sinks to my stomach. Alpha Wyatt comes walking into the diner, ignoring him until I stopped in my tracks, his overpowering cologne flooding my nose. His smell took hold over me before I could even stop myself from turning around.

That was the point she moved from Tuscarawas to Losantiville. ### “Olivia, I think you’d spend years chopping that cabbage.” Ava took the chicken lap from a bowl and started rolling it in the bread crumbs. She tried to push back a strand of her hair that seemed to be disturbing her view, with the back of her palm. She had noticed that her friend, Olivia, who had visited wasn’t as bright as she used to be. She looked gloomy and trying to pretend all was well. “Oh, yeah? I’m chopping it after all.” Olivia blurted. Ava was taken aback. She stopped and looked at her. “I’m just not happy Ava.” Olivia dropped the knife.

She doesn’t want to let her parents know yet. Anita, on the other hand, already had a hint of what’s going on between the two but she wanted to make sure. She didn’t just want to jump on the conclusions but she wouldn’t push if Catherine wouldn’t say anything. “Yes, otherwise, Lyra wouldn’t have the opportunity since he asked for the both of us.” Catherine answered. She was playing safe because she knew Lyra doesn’t seem to be ready to let anyone know about their relationship. “I see. That’s nice and do practice and oh you forgot the winning prize.” Anita mentioned and she gave the three days staycation voucher to Catherine which was valid until the next month.