Abighea Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.

LUKE STARED AT THE bastard's smug mug on the screen and wished he could rip it off the fucking wall. If only Baron had the nerve to step into a room with him. Luke would tear the man limb from limb, if only for the hell he'd put Abigail through. She-was amazing. In a room crowded with the heads of Aegis, Admiral Crawford, Mr. Stevens, Zain and a few others, a handful of FBI agents and two state-side Mossad liaisons, Abigail stood out. She was a beacon of calm amid what was becoming a fucking three ring circus.

Abigail raised her eyebrows, and replied with slender fingers, "Who is it this time?" Could it be her again? "This order is huge, it's even more significant than your father's! Let me put it this way, for three hundred years in the past and three hundred years in the future..." "Stop." Abigail was not in the mood to listen to his chatter. She thought of her warehouse was empty and in today's auction where she had to spend a lot of money on six Heart Tonic Weeds because the number one bidder was persistent. She needed to make some money.

This piqued the Alpha's interest, and he moved closer. “Okay, I'm going to show you mine first because I'm not really sure how to explain this,” Abigail said as she held her right hand out between herself and Aiden. Abigail's eyes began to glow blue, and a wind shifted around her. A moment later, little static sparks seemed to bounce between her fingers. “Interesting… This feels different than I remembered,” Abigail said as she tilted her head, exploring the sensation, and then turning away from Aiden.

Abigail replied as she pointed, and they hurried towards the open clearing which lead into the city. Abigail knew the place by heart. She had used this route many times to get to away from her parents and to buy amytal vials, which she uses for learning simple planting techniques. “Abi,” Zita called and froze in her wake. The fright in the girl’s voice made the hair on Abigail’s skin to stand. The warm atmosphere became suddenly cold and stuffy and could send one’s heart racing. “What is that?” Abigail asked with a frown.

I headed for the booth by the far window, tucked behind a board shooting out, full of posters and stickers of mugs. I took the seat that faced the direction of the door. Luckily the board was short so I could see whoever walked in. Specifically Becca. The glass was fogged as it usually was every winter with my reflection warped in the morning frost clinging to the windowpane. Abigail sat across from me, leaving her sunglasses to rest on the table like an accessory for a persona she hadn’t fully slipped into yet. Perhaps she was trying to play her part as a high school kid. As if reading my thoughts, her gaze shifted to me. Her eyes studied me in the way most people would a suspicious package

She muttered to herself as a warning but it didn't stop her from blushing. She quickly remembered she had to get dressed because Sebastine was waiting for her, she won't want him scolding it choking her. The next were the jewelries, it was beautiful and sparkled under the light bulbs. She wore the necklace without difficult and the earrings. As for her hair, it looked perfect in the ponytail it was tied in. Luckily, Sebastine hadn't ruined it when he held her throat. The last were the shoes which displeased Abigial as soon as she saw them. They were heels and she hated heels but she had no choice. She brought no shoes and no clothes for the trip so she had to warar whatever the designer Seb

Namumungay pa ang mga mata kahit nakamulagat dahil sa pagkabigla. Hindi alam ni Abigail kung gaano seductive ang naparalisang posisyon niya. Ang kanyang mga pisngi ay kulay-rosas pa. Pati na ang kanyang bibig na bahagyang nakabuka. Ang malambot na kurba ng kanyang dibdib ay nakabakat nang husto sa suot na manipis na t-shirt. Parang dinampian ng maraming dila ng apoy ang balat ni Abigail nang humagod sa kabuuan niya ang mga mata ni Sir Liam.

Anna grumbled, looking at the plain walls before trailing back to a frozen Abigail, she felt a slight shiver coming on rubbing her arms. "Abigail?" Mariah asked walking toward Abigail who had frozen in the hallway, she turned to see what it was Abigail was looking at. There in front of them was a portrait of a very beautiful woman, with purple locks and a pretty smile, her intricate eyes staring out into the space above them. Mariah began to cough and so did the other two that joined momentarily, Abigail only clearing her throat firmly. "That's her, Stephania" Abigail announced drawing closer to the portrait, her magic whispering all around her.

She jumped back and I heard Clarice exclaim in pride before moving on to the next pair. Leah was limping, still recovering from the blow I'd laid on her weaker leg, slowing down her attempts to dodge my blows. I took advantage of this and started coming at her stronger and faster, laying low blows into her side, staying close to the ground. Leah's fists connected with my back and ribs as I wrapped my arms around her torso, ready to take her down. She planted her feet as I pushed, giving way with just enough time to send me barrelling head first into the mat, my eyes lifting to meet an amused Beta Gideon standing there, watching the whole scene.