Abigail Wyatt Novels & Stories

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—”

But her hands were shaking and she eventually had to drop it back down onto the table, right beside the other report that needed her immediate review. 5. Tuesday 27th April 2010 08:54 Isabelle even managed to snap her cell phone shut with a god like arrogance before looking at the other Brethren Members that she had congregated around her, all of whom were waiting to see what she would do next. “One of our contacts has just informed me that Alice Cuthbert is in the custody of Nemesis.” The Brethren Member, who had been leader up until the creature that occupied Isabelle had been raised, stepped forward. “This can only be a good thing. It keeps Oswald occupied while we plan our next move.”

Abigail said. “I will take my leave,” abigail said. “Between, Grandma, why don’t you change into my clothes. I would like it if you watch the fight with me,” Abigail asked with a cute pout. “Really?” she asked. “Yesh! You weren’t there for my wedding yesterday. I hope you would be there for me from now at least. After all, these suckers are of no use. Austin will die anyhow. After that, if they announce Orion as the heir, they will leave, if not I will get them killed. Then I will be the Queen and my husband would be the King. When I become a Queen, I will remove the ban on witches. This will make it easier for you and me to visit me,” Abigail said.

Tinuya siya ng malapad na ngiting nasa mapupulang labi bago tumindig at lumipat sa pinagmulang upuan. Bumuntonghininga si Abigail at nagpasensiya na lamang. Nagkaroon ng matinding inis sa kanya si Winnie Sena dahil ambisyon pala nitong maging private secretary ng mismong company president. Huli na nang malaman niya ang tungkol sa hangarin nito. Disinsana'y nagparaya na lang siya noon... 'Ang martir mo naman! Harap-harapang insulto na 'yon, a? Lumaban ka naman!' ang inis na buska ng munting tinig.

Mrs Paxton said in a grave tone. I spun to look at the person greeting. It was the woman I saw with Mr Paxton. They were still standing, rather closely, beside one another but did not hold hands. “Oh, it's the appraised future daughter-in-law,” The woman, by the name of Abigail, said. Her dark haired fell in length and waves past her shoulder. Her white dress clunged to her desirable body. She stood out like a delight instead of sore thumb amongst the rest of us dressed in green.

“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.

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

Meanwhile, the butler, right beside her, smiled in agreement. ​ “Yes, Madam, we were so worried about you and the child, but seeing you finally here with Master. All our worries are gone.” ​ Seeing their relieved faces, Abigail could only weakly nod. ​ “But I wish to apologise to both of you.” Abigail holds their gaze. ​ “Apologie? To us?” They glanced at each other in doubt before looking in her direction with a questioning expression. ​ “Byron fired you because I requested you to keep the pregnancy thing a secret.”

Emily Warner “Okay, before you guys start yelling at me, I need to tell you honestly what hap-“ “I can’t believe you met him!” Danika says, and I just huff as I look at Elizabeth, who wasn’t happy either. “Yes but trust me, I wasn’t pathetic and swooning over him like I used to.” I told them but they didn’t look convinced. Of course, they won’t believe me, unless I tell them about Lucas, which is something I just can’t do, “Bottom line is that I have to go to his wedding.” I say and they look at me like I am crazy.

Minutes later, a hesitant text from Abi finally came through: "Hey Lizbeth, I heard... I'm really sorry but I can't come over right now. I'm swamped with studies." The flimsy excuse didn't fool Lizbeth for a second. She fumed, her anger simmering beneath the surface. She tried calling other friends, one after another. Each call was met with vague excuses, busy signals, or outright rejections. "I'm not feeling well," "I have family visiting," "I'm out of town." The thinly veiled lies infuriated her. Her social empire, built on manipulation and fear, was crumbling. Enraged, and feeling the walls of her room closing in, Lizbeth summoned one of the household servants. "Go to my apartment," she c