Downton Abbey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Dawn watched her walk away, feeling more and more disgruntled. Why was it that Gabriella could get together with Henry, who was young, handsome, and rich? Whereas she was only fit for an old man with a pot belly? They were all mistresses, weren't they? Why was Gabriella so full of herself and looked down on others? The more she thought about it, the angrier Dawn became, and she suddenly rushed forward to push Gabriella. Gabriella was caught by surprise, lost her balance, and fell into the pool with a splash.

The way she bit the end of her pencil when she drifted off into space, the way she swung her legs under her desk, and the way her smile brightened up her whole face when Abigail talked to her. I quickly shook those thoughts away. I couldn’t love her. I just couldn’t. I could get over her. It’s going to be a challenge though. The only question is, can I really? - oiiink, hoped you liked it. (: Please support my story guys! PS; and yes, Damon's nickname is Dame PSS; Relani will call him Vlad a lot xo, Black

“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.

“Well, I tend to have a glass of wine every night with dinner. You see, my boyfriend--I mean ex . . . He owns a wine business, so I had an endless supply.” “I see.” He finally pulled away, and Abigail wasn’t sure if she wanted to be relieved or worried. Doctor Danvers leaned against the table across from her again, staring at her with his smile now gone. Abigail fidgeted recklessly in her spot but found that the moving didn’t help the pain.

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

"Dorothy said it herself. A little sweetness was enough. Once things go back to normal, Abigail's husband will be me. I'm the one she loves. You? You're just a fling from when she lost her memory." He let out a low laugh. "You know how she is with me. Say a few nice things and she won't leave. Sean, wake up. We're brothers. Abigail's going to be your sister-in-law. Keep this up, and you're only making things worse for her." "Milo, you're the one who said she's my fiancée. As for the engagement going ahead—we're just swapping which Schneider she marries." I was listening, almost entertained, when Dorothy showed up behind me—face twisted with fury.

It was my first time I can't think I gave away my virginity to an asshole like him. "I am teasing you, Bella. Come back to bed. I am not comparing you to the woman I have slept with. I was joking. I am sorry. It was a poor joke. I cannot compare a diamond to stones. You are beautiful. Bella, please come back to bed," Dante begs, but I ignore him as I walk to the bathroom. "No! I am going to get dressed. We need to go to work," I say. "I will call my mother and say you are sick," Dante says.

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

“Just because of speculation by tabloid clickbait.” Daphne nodded from where she sat, her fingers steepled together. “This is the first time I’ve even heard whispers of anything between Alexander and Abigail. If any Remington son were capable of this sort of scandal, it would be Conrad, with what I've heard goes on between he and Susanna. The rumors abound.”

June observed. Holding the beautiful gown, I felt a fleeting moment of happiness. But it vanished as I saw Damon walking towards us. It was like a slow-motion scene from a movie where the hero approaches his leading lady. My heart raced, but then he walked past me, placing his hand on June's waist and kissing her passionately. My heart broke at the sight. I averted my gaze, and Julie, sensing my distress, followed me to my room. As I tried to process the scene, I realized it had all been my imagination, a vivid daydream fueled by my conflicted feelings. Damon was close to June but not as my mind had imagined.