Downton Abbey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I’m more than my womb damn it! “I don’t follow…” Abbey says, making a face as she looks up from her book. I scoff at a bow on my chest as if it personally did something to offend me. I grab it, throw it to the floor and stomp on it. “Excuse me,” the dressmaker scolds. Abbey is instantly on her feet and in her face. “That is our next Queen you just raised your voice to servant,” Abbey shouts, as I watch the woman, who is easily three times Abbey’s age, cower and fall to her knees. My jaw falls at the spectacle.

“What?” “I’m going to help her fall,” I said sweetly. “Just a little push. Right when everyone’s watching. She’ll go down like a tree. Ruin that pretty little dress.” Vicky gasped. Then she giggled. “You’re evil Abigail.” I smiled. “I know.” If Diana was going to pretend she belonged here, then I’d remind her, with a thud and a snap, just how small she really was. I turned to Vicky, smirking. “Watch this.”

Abigail was thankful everything went well and now she was excited for her first day at work tomorrow. Soon enough, Abby heard the sound of the doorbell. She knew it was her boss because he was the only one She was expecting so she went ahead to open up. *×************×*** "Bye Babe, I will miss you so much," Damon said in between kisses. Anna smiled against his lips. "I will miss you, too, my love”. She whispered. “Enough with the smooching guys.” Liam groaned, pretending to be angry. “Calm down, dude. Just give us a few more minutes.”Damon replied then went back to kissing his fiancee.

“Bitch, you dare hit me! You Whitmore heiress, lying under me like a good little girl—believe me, today I’d—your father wouldn’t even look at you.” Anna’s eyes burned red. “You dare!” “Why shouldn’t I? No Whitmore cares about you. I have nothing to fear. And if word gets out, I’ll say you seduced me. Honestly, I wanted your mother—didn’t get her, so now I’ll take her daughter!” Bang! A bullet whizzed past Fabian’s cheek and smashed into the vase on the bedside table. Flowers scattered, water spilling everywhere. Anna froze. Fabian turned, only to see a man standing at the door—disheveled from rushing, dressed sharply, having crossed the night under the stars.

"Jack, I give you my word—I will never allow Abigail to suffer. We've had countless conversations about my feelings for Tuberose, delving into the complexities of my admiration. Abigail understands the depths of my emotions and knows that I'm marrying her for who she is, not due to some infatuation with a fan." A mischievous twinkle sparkles in Jack's eyes, and he can't resist the urge to inject some humor into our serious discussion. "Well, perhaps Tuberose is merely an old lady in disguise, afraid to reveal herself. Imagine if she's hobbling around with a cane instead of a fan!" Unable to suppress my laughter, I grab a nearby pen and playfully toss it in Jack's direction. "Watch yourself,

"When Miss Hammond woke up in the intensive care unit, a nurse mistakenly informed her about Albion Calvert's suicide. She tried to get out of bed and remove her oxygen mask but was sedated by Dr. George. Later, Dorian proposed a deal—if she would marry him under Dorothy's identity, he would arrange for her to return to see Calvert one last time..." Cline's fingers froze as he flipped through the documents. His fingertip pressed against the photo of Albion's suicide scene. The blood beneath his palm seared his eyelids. His face drained of color instantly, as if all vitality had been sucked out, leaving only the trembling shadow of his eyelashes beneath his eyes—she had been willing to wear a

" Author!!!!" Romona screamed angrily before running into the bathroom. " He will surely frustrate your life Mona" Annabel said smiling. ★★★ NIGHT FALL★★★ Romona was laying down on her bed unable to sleep. " How do I become a fiancee of a man I hate so much?" she thought. " I will make life miserable for him. I will make regret ever choosing me" she thought before drifting into sleep. " I pray she doesn't disgrace me" Author thought before entering the bathroom.

Don’t miss Abby and Mark’s story in If I Can’t Have You. Abby Davison only wants to focus on her career as a nurse, as she has no time for dating after a bad breakup over a year ago. When her mother presses her about settling down, Abby tells her a little white lie: she’s dating Mark Thornton, the handsome and gruff rancher who both frustrates and makes her heart flutter every time they meet. When Mark overhears Abby's lie, he decides to cut her a deal: to keep his silence regarding their make-believe relationship, she'll come to live with him on his ranch until his broken arm heals.

While laughing, Abbie called her and asked, "Valeria, have you seen the article about the sh*ttiest person in Ruthorham yet?" "Yes! Hahaha, I can't stop laughing at it," she replied cheerfully. Abbie laughed and said, "Your husband must be the one behind this, right?" "You're wrong, it was my idea this time!" She proudly told Abbie about how she had changed the antidote into crotons, and Abbie laughed out loud, "Valeria, that was such a good one! You've changed, you're as bad as your husband, but I like it!" Valeria laughed happily, "Abbie, come out for dinner, I'll treat you today."

“What else can you possibly take from me, Victor?” Grabbing my shoulder, he tries to force me to turn around, and when he does, Gabby falls to the ground. Her pretty pink dress rips at the waist, and her hands scrape against the pavement. Victor just stands back and looks at the chaos he has created as Gabby wails on the ground. Damon swoops in like the hero, and gathers her off the ground, wiping her tears and blood with the hem of his shirt. She glares at Victor with her lip pushed out in a trembling pout. “I wish Uncle Damon was my daddy. Not you.”