Downton Abbey Fanfic Novels & Stories

“You had better start thinking of what to do because I don’t want to see you marry anyone aside Ashley.” Nicholas rolled his eyes as Jenny turned and walked back upstairs. Just great, he thought, slumping back into the sofa. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully and sighed. My life’s messed up. Thanks to Diane Matthews. Don't forget to vote Xoxo

After the initial introduction and niceties, Abbey started with the intention of her call “Dave, I am not sure if you know much about articles that were previously published …” “Not all but certainly the noteworthy ones.” Dave smirked on the other end of the phone. Abbey rolled her eyes although she kept her tone polite “Wonder if you read the articles from free spirit 5 odd years ago?” “They were my absolute favourite.” Dave laughed before asking “are you going to get me a dinner reservation with free spirit?” Night Wing gritted his teeth; he wanted to punch the bastard who was flirting with his fiancée in a room full of people. Abbey looked at Night Wing as she saw everyone’s gaze turning

Azalea shook off Meadow's hand and continued, "Back then, Abbie and Michael were passionately in love overseas. In order for me to be your daughter-in-law, you tried every means possible to get me to break them up. You even asked me to strip naked and lie in Michael's bed to make Abbie misunderstand the situation. You wanted her to think that Michael was a scumbag so that she would break up with him. Later, you pretended to be sick and you even said that you were going to die to force Michael and me to be a fake couple. Do you remember these things?" Meadow certainly remembered it, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it. "You bitch! What are you talking about? Are you trying to make us a

Abel is practically snarling, his attention honed to where Jaxon is touching me. Jaxon is unfazed by Abel’s fury. “I am Livie’s fiancé. And we need to settle some critical details.” I, on the other hand, am very fazed. I want to run away from this 50 shades of fucked up.

she muttered, her heart thudding. She liked the D'Angelos. They had been her neighbors since she was a little girl. Abigail was playful and always had great, if earthy, advice about boys, and Damien was a hunk. Her first crush. When Britney turned eighteen a few months ago, she seriously considered seducing the sexy man. But she didn't want to hurt Abigail, and she knew that Damien loved his wife too much to cheat on her. No matter how big my tits are our how young and nubile my body is.

Anna pushed Bryan away harshly, “Our story ends here! Stop bothering me! “Whoever my prince charming is has nothing to do with you!” “If you ever come bothering me again, I won’t let you off the hook so easily!” Anna glared at Bryan angrily. To her, Bryan was now someone she despised and found disgusting. She got into her car and left the Dawson mansion. “Prince charming?” Anna tilted her head and thought for a while. Her prince charming… Liam’s handsome face started to appear in her mind. She couldn’t help but twitch her lips upward in a smile. Bryan was still standing at the entrance to the Dawson family villa, looking at Anna’s car drive away.

He sighed, “My brother vastly underestimated the love you all share for each other, as well as your abilities.” I heard a thud behind me, and Rose screamed. I turned around to see Abby on the ground – the information must have been too much for her. Aryk ran up to her and confirmed my thoughts. “She fainted; she will be fine. I’m sure all of this information at once was a lot for her to handle on top of everything else.” “So, is that rumor true, as well?” The duke asked, “Is the Dowager Princess pregnant?” The word “dowager” was like a knife through the heart for all of us. None of us were ready to accept that Grayson was truly gone. Thank the gods Abby hadn’t heard him say that. Who knows w

It was a fleeting touch, but it sent a wave of electricity through them, leaving them with a realization they could no longer ignore. Back at the chateau, under the silvery glow of the moon, they retired to their respective quarters, their hearts brimming with emotions and their minds filled with thoughts of each other. As Abigail lay on her bed, staring at the antique ceiling, she couldn't help but think of the man in the room next door. She knew she was falling in love with Vincent, and she also knew that things were about to become even more complicated.

“Alright, sweetheart. What’s the play?” Abigail’s tone turned silky, dangerous. “She’s in Richard Barton’s suite right now. I’ve got someone making sure she drinks a special cocktail — laced with a slow-burn aphrodisiac. Meanwhile, I’ll lure Richard here. These candles are dosed too… by the time he walks in, the scent will get to him.” Her smirk deepened, wicked and triumphant. “While he’s mine, Annabelle will be yours. Tomorrow morning, Richard will find her in bed with you in his suite. She’ll be ruined… and gone. We get everything.” Brian twirled the keycard between his fingers, his grin matching hers. “Sweetheart,” he said with a mock bow, “you’re evil. I love it.”

I don’t want charity, I just need some help to cut off my dad completely. After we finish lunch I am already late for dinner with Abbey, she had booked an early dinner for us and I completely fucked up. I go to her house straight away, I get rid of the tie and the vest. And when I see my girls looking sexy as hell all I want to do is take her home and get her in bed. That woman does weird things to me and I can’t believe she is mine. I can actually see a future with her, the entire thing, family, marriage, kids. I want it all. I want all of her with me for the rest of my life.