Downton Abbey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Abe's pov------ she let me in and I knew this would be a could opportunity to show her I really want her. if we sleep on the same bed alot could happen and that could help me win her back. " do you by any chance have an extra pair of pyjama trousers" "yeah I actually do and its clean. its pink tho" " nah i don't mind thank you so much diane" " no problem you made today special" " aww i'm flattered but its your presentation that sealed the deal"

“But we’ve known each other practically our whole lives. He’s my brother’s best friend. He used to steal cereal from our pantry and break Trent’s video game controllers.” “That sounds romantic.” “Oh, wildly,” I deadpan, then smirk. “But I’ve loved him forever. I used to write Mrs. Colton Stone in the margins of my notebooks. Sad, I know.” “Classic,” Abigail grins. “And here you are. Living the dream.” “Well, minus the attempted kidnapping, forced engagement to a psychopath, and the whole ‘hiding out in a secret base while planning to entrap said psychopath into confessing patricide’ thing… yeah. Pretty dreamy.”

she paused. "So, she will have no other reason not to accept you as her daughter in-law ," finished Dorothy lightly. Emily snorted, she shook her head, "that won't change anything, Dorothy, do you think she could bear to hear people saying, oh Gabriel Specter is just as bad as his father! His father slept with his personal assistant and Gabriel fucked his maid until he got her pregnant! that's not good thing to hear, " she said, cursed herself.

Dabby texted to tell me that she was in the kitchen making breakfast, and I joined her a few minutes later already dressed for school. "Oh my goodness. Damien. You look delicious to the sight," Dabby said the moment I was about to drink water from a glass cup, and I choked on the water I was drinking in an attempt to laugh. My eyes widened in surprise to hear Dabby say something like that. 'That wasn't the innocent girl I knew months ago.' "I'm sorry for the water spill on your shirt, darling. Do you want Mama to come lick your chest dry for you?" She said another again out of the blue, and I used one of my hands to cover her mouth.

He said and left. Amelia lowered her eyes for a moment. She didn't know why she was feeling like this. Abigail might have promised her of a life filled with romance but none of it was happening. What if she couldn't pull this off? Should she seduce Dane? Why was she suddenly feeling like this?

It was what made him lose consciousness as soon as his head touched the pillow. ****** Abigail woke up early because she couldn't sleep well. She kept thinking of her father. It seemed she would never gain her freedom because Tony would never like her enough to throw his chippies away and she was stuck. Nevertheless, seeing the Rolls Royce which he usually used for work, she knew he was around. She didn't know why her heart still wanted to please him, even when her mind told her otherwise. Just like any other, she followed her heart, taking over from the chef to make breakfast after deducing that Tony enjoyed her food and was just too proud to admit it. She didn't take over the chefs job en

I said and Michelle smiled "Oh I see " "A little father and daughter bonding is doing someone good!" She said and Zahra laughed. "Ofcourse it is !" "So how are things between you and Dante now ?!" I asked. "Good" "Better?!" She replied. "That's good to hear " "You should go up to your room and get changed now " I said and she nodded and walked upstairs. Author's POV Meanwhile ... He stood infront of Mabel's Mansion as he started at the fourteen years old girl that had just walked in.

“He got back home ahead of schedule from school and discovered me in the kitchen making some tea while his mom was screwing a dark stud higher up. He’s dealt with it, kind of.” “It resembles enslavement. It was like an addiction” Dante’s voice slices through the strain from the entryway. “Me and Dad simply need to live with it. You know, when you go dark and so on and so forth.” Abby remained behind Dante, and her hair was tousled, his conditioning cockerel was pushing at his pant leg; Alice did whatever it takes not to gaze, her eye’s dashing to the amazing length, there wasn’t any can’t help thinking about why her girl’s hair was so screwed up.

The slap rang through the room. Abigail staggered a step back, palm flying to her cheek. Her breath hitched, eyes wide with shock. "You’re lying,” Annabelle snarled, advancing on her. “You’ve been stealing from me my whole damn life—my room, my father’s attention, my things… even my mother’s keepsakes. Every assignment I worked my fingers to the bone for, you took. And Brian—God, Brian was blind enough to fall for it. But Richard?” Her eyes flashed. “Richard Barton isn’t some fool you can string along. Because the truth is, it wasn’t you in that suite at the Shelton Grand on my graduation night. It was me. So tell me, Abigail—what do you think he’ll do when he finds out his so-called fiancé

Dora feigned surprise, her eyes wide with mock innocence. "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't see you," she cooed, the corners of her mouth twitching into a sly grin that she quickly smoothed over. The air in the grand hallway of Xavier’s opulent mansion felt charged—a battlefield of wills and hidden daggers. "At least she's fine, right?" Dora continued, her voice laced with venomous sweetness. "I mean, Cathleen couldn't bear you a son. Maybe you should marry the woman who was supposed to be your wife in the first place; don't you agree with me? It was just a girl. I don't know why she would faint because of a girl; maybe it was a boy. Why make a fuss over a dead girl?"