Abigail Wyatt Novels & Stories

There, they promised never to forget each other, and to seal their promise, they lost their virginity to each other. Isabel was mad at her mate for making her believe that she was his first when in reality, she wasn’t. She wanted to know the identity of the female werewolf that was able to tempt her mate without being in heat. It wasn’t like she was going to do anything bad to her since it was already too late for that. She only wanted to be sure that it wasn’t his so called best friend whom she had encountered in his pack some weeks ago. All of her anger subsided the very minute Dylan mentioned the words summer camp, as memories from seven years ago returned in an instant.

Pretty smart, I know. "Well if its isn't my good friend jack who else would be disturbing me at this hour."A tall man walked in . "Am sorry for my disturbance."He said bowing. "You are forgiven,did you bring me a snack as a Compensation."He said staring at Bethany lustfully. "Well no she is a friend ,she escaped from Mr B property o thought I should bring her ."he said. "You must be pretty smart to get pass his security."he said surprised. "Its no big deal ,I just had to wait for the right time."I said.

She was one wrong decision away from an STI. "Anything else, sugar?" She purred, I could feel Abigail's eyes on me, and my wolf howled in my head at the thought of her thinking I was flirting with the barmaid. "Disinfectant." I barked, taking the menus and walking back to our table; I could swear I saw a glimmer of amusement in Abigail's eyes as she stared between the barmaid and me. "Having fun?" She teased; sitting back in the booth, I could see the playful smile that danced at the corner of her beautiful lips and nodded to her, unfazed by her directness. For someone who looked so innocent and pure, she had a feisty side that intrigued me.

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

I assumed Abigail would be the same. My initial attempts to impress her fell flat. At first, I thought it would be easy. A few expensive gifts, a little charm, and she would be mine. But Abigail was different. When I gave her a necklace worth more than her monthly rent, she hesitated. When I offered to take her on a shopping spree, she thanked me politely but refused. It was frustrating. And yet, it only made me want her more. She wasn’t like Susanna, who would have fawned over a diamond bracelet or a designer bag. Abigail didn’t want my money, or at least, she pretended not to. Susanna would have thrown her arms around me and squealed with delight. Abigail’s unexpected resistance only piq

Xavier’s gaze locked onto the doorway, his breath hitching as she appeared. Abigail Hartley. She stepped into the room with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, her form-fitting red dress hugging her figure in a way that commanded attention. Her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her crimson lips curved into a smirk that was both seductive and cruel. But it was her eyes—those piercing, calculating eyes—that locked onto Xavier’s and refused to let go.

Claudia noticed a handsome figure standing proudly in the crowd, coming with a beautiful woman next to him. "Who is that woman?" asked Claudia as she tilted her head. "Caroline Margareth. The woman who is still married to Johan Charlotte." Sophia bit her lower lip in slight agitation. "Johan Charlotte? The son of Mrs. Victoria, are you sure?" Claudia asked her daughter for reassurance. "Yes Mom, I'm sure. I've seen her face in the photo in Johan's room. Johan kept it like it was someone important to him. I'll never forget that." Sophia sighed softly and folded her arms across her chest.

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.

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.

That primitive urge pressed insistently, wanting to break free and claw at Paige in retaliation for every insult she had just received. Yet Abigail forced herself to stand tall. Her shoulders did not slump. Her expression remained calm. Abigail would not give Paige the satisfaction of seeing her falter. Instead, she remained composed. She wanted Paige to be unsettled by her calm. “It seems...” Abigail said a moment later, turning towards Ruth, who stood a few steps away. Her voice sounded calmer than she felt. “I won't be meeting the Alpha after all, Watcher Ruth.” Ruth looked startled. “Lady, if that's because of Lady Paige's words, then—”