Abighea Series Novels & Stories

Flavia reaches for her mug and inhales the scent of the chocolate she likes. "Auntie is right. But once in a while, it's nice too. Comfortable, serene, no one bothering you," Abigail replies again. Abigail suddenly sighs. "I see the way he looks at you, Via." Abigail's words make Flavia grip her mug tightly. "Are you sure you want to give up?" Flavia remains silent for a moment before turning to Abigail. She pulls up her nightdress, revealing her calf and left thigh to Abigail without saying much, and Abigail understands the intention of her friend's action. However, Abigail doesn't give up easily.

“Remain still, if you want your friend to live.” After that, she closed her eyes, her mind drifting far away. But before she got swallowed into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness, she heard a voice whisper, “She’s the Abomination.”

Abigael silently sneered. She never intended to be either her brother or his son's slave! Abigael planned to gain control of legitimate power in the company. Then, she would sideline Azrael, and she would call all the shots! But the first thing that Abigael wanted to do was prove Larissa wrong. Megan and Abigael, each with their own agendas, chuckled away happily. … As the Medical Tournament came to an end, the results for all participants were announced.

However, since the presence of Sicily Esther tended to talk more than Abigail. Esther's eyes carefully read every word on the paper. When her gaze caught a positive word, she immediately looked up to Abigail who was also looking at her. "What does this mean, Abigail. You're a doctor, explain!" Abigail let out a rough and heavy breath, she shook her head with a stifled voice, "You're a Beta, Esther. Don't you smell anything else in an alpha body?" Esther gave Abigail a sharp look, she roughly threw herself on the chair in front of the doctor's desk.

Different from others that seem to not give a f*ck at all. "Anyway, since we haven't really introduced ourselves that much yet, let me tell you that we are the Gregoris and all five of us are taking Veterinary Medicine." Jude looked at their table where the three were still there and watching us. He pointed them one by one. "That red-haired girl with paper-white skin is Abigail. She's a bit snub and sarcastic, but believe me, she isn't really that bad at all. That one's Rain. He's the serious type in the group and the big brother that settles conflicts when sometimes we have arguments."

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

May habang abot sa talampakan ko, criss-cross back, and thin straps. Malayo sa dala ni Abbigail na kulay puti at may konserbatibong manggas at desenyong hindi gaanong nag papakita ng balat. At paano naman kaya nalaman ng lalaking iyon ang size ko? Kataka taka hmm.. "Oh sige." "All right! Let's party!" She cheered and giggled. Abbigail is so energetic and excited that's why at exactly six pm we're now heading to the lobby.

“This is… inhumane.” "The rumours are true." Meguitte looked up. Abigail stood in the doorway her eyes fixed on the table where her brother's head oozed slowly into the tray Connery had set it on. The shewolf stepped in, her path across the room slow and weaving although her eyes remained on the head as if she were both irresistibly drawn and repulsed by the sight. Meguitte inserted the needle into Bianca’s skin and stood, wiping her hands off on her skirts.

R but that would only cause more problems because she was underage and had been reported as a runaway. “Babe, I got something for you to try.” Azria said when he walked in the front door. “It’s supposed to help with your pain. I hate seeing you in pain, love. This will help.” Azria said, pulling a little ziplock bag with white crystals inside it. He dumped a little out on a mirror and crushed it up with a playing card and his hand. He handed it to Abigail with a straw. “You sniff it through the straw.” He explained.

I knew there was a reason I was drawn to her; she was smart and would make an excellent Queen of hell. “Yeah, that was my thought.” Different creatures slithered and crawled around us as we made our way towards Magma’s hideout. “Are we going to be there soon?” Abigail asked, excited, “I want to see what kind of plants there are around here.” “You do love your plants and herbs, I’ll introduce you to the royal herbalist, he knows all the plants and their medicinal and some not so medicinal properties.” I offered. “Please do.” We came up to the river and dismounted. Abigail looked at the water and frowned.