Abigail Wyatt Novels & Stories

Charlotte Hayes' POV I was walking from the room, when all of the sudden, my mother, Ophelia stood before me with that innocent smile of hers. An angelic smile that seduced millions of people in this world. "Darling, where have you gone?" She asked, with worried eyes. Ophelia Maine was a good mother that gave me everything I wanted. People would do anything just to experience what's it like to be in a care of the queen of the stage; but the only thing I don't like about her… is the fact that she's—"Don't tell me that you went to cry because you still couldn't beat me in terms of beauty?" She's a narcissist.

Michael's pov - I step into the house, my mind a chaotic storm of conflicting emotions. Abigail awaits me in the living area, her eyes searching mine for answers. Ignoring her, I make my way toward the bedroom, the weight of frustration and confusion heavy on my shoulders. How do I confront her about what Ema said? Abigail's compassionate nature and countless selfless acts make it difficult for me to question her motives, but Ema's words continue to echo in my ears, stirring doubt within me.

She is not a bad person, but why was she chosen to be dead at such a young age? I don't know how to start. The ones who have accompanied me are my children, who are also shocked by the incident. They blame themselves so much, but they are not at fault. We hid it from them according to Abigail's wishes. She doesn't want to disturb our children. She wants them to make the most of their lives while enjoying their youth and zest for life. She didn't want to get in the way. It's something that makes me cry every night because I'm afraid that one day, when I wake up, she will suddenly disappear from me. I'm longing for my wife. I'm longing for the woman who makes me feel so loved and special. I'm

Her head whipped so fast and she looked at me like I was some kind of an alien. "You're kidding right?" She looked at me with doubt. I nervously smiled and shook my head. "I am not. I never had a boyfriend." I cleared out. "What?" Sarah looked like she couldn't process what I said. Was it a crime to not have a boyfriend or not have a Hickie? "Arabella—" before she could say another word, the professor walked in and everyone quietened down. "This is not over." She warned me playfully before concentrating on the front where the professor stood handing out sheets of our essays.

I said absent-minded. Aunt Maya came in and shut the door gently behind her. She sat by my bedside. She was all dressed up for the ball. "The king sent a special invitation to your father and his household." Are you not coming dearest?." "I'm not coming, Aunt Maya." "Your sister Ava is going to become a Luna, the head of her late mom's pack." "She abandoned the family; she abandoned dad." "She's ashamed of being an omega like dad and I." I said.

I had affirmed my decision, and I regretted it because soon after that conversation, he disappeared, leaving me with a sense of sadness. Hawthorne had officially declared me as his Luna and had managed to make peace with some of the rival packs. Sharma, a woman he introduced to me as his friend, had returned to her own pack thanks to his efforts. Ryan, his beta, had left with his mate, and a girl named Abigail, whom they had previously abducted. Abigail reminded me so much of my daughter, and the pain of losing her still weighed heavily on me every day. The door flew open, and Hawthorne entered the room, holding a tray of food and a warm smile on his face. I smiled back and sat up, my eyes f

Abigail, her friend, looked beautiful in a white dress. It had a Sabrina neckline with straps on each shoulder. The bottom reached her ankles, and when she walked, the dress swayed along with her. Abigail always looked beautiful in Haisley's eyes. She was a friendly and brilliant girl with occasionally crazy ideas. No one would think that at her teenage age, she was already skilled at matchmaking – even though her own love story never succeeded because the only one she loved until now was Gilbert. And no one knew that, even at her young age, Abigail was already good at making money. Clearly, she would become a wealthy woman someday.

As a victim of Olivia's actions, Abigail had the right to harbor resentment and to prevent Sunny from joining the Royal Pack. "I don't know," Abigail replied dejectedly, shaking her head.

“You shouldn't blame him because I think he's still confused on what to do.” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, the table suddenly feeling cold despite the warmth of the room. I didn't know what she meant by that so I glanced at him, noticing the tension in his posture, and it became clear that his mother’s words hit a nerve. His jaw tightened as he kept his gaze on the Queen, who seemed unfazed by her own sharp comments. “I believe you already know my name, Ruby,” she said, her voice calm yet laced with authority. “But if not, you may call me Queen Anne.”

Books were written about Abigail’s work as one of the first female commanders in the Motherland. Even more books were written about their love story. Abigail’s diaries were found by a family member during a renovation of Coursar Hall. They were edited, mostly for spelling and grammar, and released as a series of novels. It was discovered through her writings that Abigail was dyslexic, which explained the troubles she had with reading. Her husband had been correct - she was brilliant and would have accomplished more if they had understood her disability.