Downton Abbey Fanfic Novels & Stories

“ This is not how I wanted us to meet but I'm Eren Scott, your daughter's boyfriend.” She gasped as she took my hand.“ Oh my god. Liz didn't tell us she's found another man. Please come in.” She giggled , calling for her husband to bring Elizabeth downstairs. I scanned their house, not bad for rich people but not my style. I waited in the living room like a respectful boyfriend should just as Elizabeth came rushing down with her father. Her eyes clearly in disbelief as she saw me. “Hello sweetheart!” I winked at her,flashing her a smile.

'Since you insulted my girlfriend just now, then I'm going to insult you in front of your date in return,' Aaron murmured his wicked plan inwardly. "Axel, I suggest that you just cancel this date. It's not worth your time to waste it on some cheap woman like her," Aaron deliberately pointed his hand towards Abigail. "Cheap woman? How dare you? How am I cheap? I'm the daughter of the Shaw, one of the noble families in this country," Abigail proudly praised herself for being born as a Shaw.

Liam's girlfriend in his arms would be the perfect way to establish the pecking order now that he was back. “You don't need to say thank you,” he said. He pulled her closer. “Act it.” Abigail frowned now. She had seen him roughly handled Cassie. She wasn't going to allow him do the same to her. She pulled her hand from his grip and backed away. “You can't treat me the way you treated that lady. I won't allow it.” Her audacity surprised her and it amused Daven even more. “I'll let you go,” he said. “But we'll meet again.”

He went silent, I quickly went downstairs to the guest room to pour my heart out and take off this stupid dress that wasn’t even in the slightest as beautiful as hers. Tears flowed down my cheeks and my body flushed red with anger and fear. **** Damien’s POV ‘Did she just say her child? She’s just so lucky I’m having a bath right now, I would’ve set things straight with her’ I thought to myself as I let the water flow down my body, washing off whatever embarrassment she had caused at dinner. “Abigail, I’ll have my time to talk to you, I can’t let things end the way Jenna wants them to”

Daxton came storming out, flanked by a few coworkers, face flushed with fury. "Faye Faulkner!" he snapped, spotting me by the speaker. "What the hell are you doing? Are you insane? This is indecent!" "Nothing wild," I said. "You've been out here spinning stories—how I cheated overseas and forced a divorce. So I thought I'd show everyone how my loving husband spent the renovation money I earned... building a little love nest for Mona Scambley. Seriously, the creativity? Next level." The waterbed kept humming, still rocking with that ridiculous rhythm.

“I’ll let you know for certain by the end of the week.” Damon nods. He then steps back and gestures towards the balcony doors. “Well, it’s quite late, Abby. Please, allow me to walk you back to your rooms.” … With a heavy sigh, I kick off my pinching heels and flop down on my bed. My arms are outstretched to the sides as I stare up at my ceiling fan, watching it spin in lazy circles over me. It’s a pretty good representation of how my mind feels right now, I think; never-ending spinning thoughts.

Damon asked. “Of course, not. If I knew, I wouldn’t have come to work here. It was just yesterday I found out. I bumped into Ernest when coming from my lunch break. I asked him what he was doing there and he told me he came to drop Anna to see her Fiance, which was you. So I put everything together. If Anna was your Fiancèe, definitely Liam was your best friend and you know the rest.” Abigail said. She didn’t want to talk about Liam being engaged to another Lady and the fact that they were expecting a baby. Damon exhaled. "I don’t know what to do. Everything seems so complicated."

After taking a shower and getting dressed for bed, Abby sat in her room and tried to read. Then she tried to watch TV, but she couldn't concentrate on anything. Finally, she tried to go to sleep, but Darcy and Wentworth decided that it was time to run around like demons, almost knocking over a lamp in the process.

'Say, winter is just around the corner'. Abigail lay on her bed on her stomach, her feet raised up and her dress falling to pool around her, altogether looking very unlady-like. 'Mm hm', I murmured, concentrating on stitching a tear on her silk stockings, the type her mother liked and the ones Abigail was frequently destroying, only because they were more in number than her cotton ones. So there I sat, trying to stitch it carefully and neatly - which is rather difficult since the tear was not running along the seams but right through the middle, not very conspicuous you see-, so Mrs Stanly does not start a row with Abigail and somehow include all innocent and wary bystanders into it.

Pausing for a moment after shutting the door behind her, Abigail looked around the room, her face scrunched up in a mask of distaste. Urgh! She scoffed. She would rather scrub her face with an iron sponge than spend a day in such an unsophisticated and cheap space. Where were the silk and expensive decorative ornaments? Where were the bold, gold colours that made people envious? She shuddered and hissed lowly before her disgusted gaze landed on the still figure on the only bed in the room. Natalia Kensington. The woman who stole Caleb and her rightful place in the Kensington household. Hatred slid around her chest like a sinuous serpent and her nose flared as she slowly approached the bed. L