Downton Abbey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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?

I said to him putting on my strongest reassuring look. He doesn’t look convinced though, but I need to marry Darren for everything to go away, Grandpa Cooper and the family are not going to help me if I don’t agree to this marriage, I know there is zero chance I'd be happy in the marriage but at least I've earned enough time to prove my innocence. "Hi Abby, I'm your Aunt, Gabby." A middle-aged, doll-looking woman said to me with a fake smile plastered on her face. She looks exactly like the evil aunts in movies that you need to watch out for and is probably having an affair with your dad.

“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.

Her nails trailed deliberately against the fabric of his sleeve, her voice lilting with manufactured innocence. Richard’s face darkened. “Drop it.” But Abigail only leaned closer, whispering like a temptress, “Don’t be such a grump. You’ll love it. And besides…” her eyes flicked toward Annabelle, her smirk widening, “…I’ll make sure Anna handles everything perfectly. After all, she knows your tastes better than I do, doesn’t she?”

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?"

Aaron was confused and went downstairs. When he got down to the first floor, he found a sweet girl looking at him with big, curious eyes. Aaron was shy and covered his face. He had no idea who the girl was, but she was adorable. Abby wore a pink dress, and her hair was done in two neat plaits. She was so cute that Aaron could not help but lie on the ground and cover his face. When Sybil saw how Aaron was behaving, she laughed. She lifted him up from the ground and said, “This is Aunt Diana’s little girl.”

, Khushi proposed, focusing back on her work. "Oh! No, if she won't go outside, how will I fulfill my promise that I have made to Scarlett?", Abeer spoke to himself in his heart. **** "Now stop crying, Doll.", Damian wiped away tears from Stella's cheeks making her eyes pop out in shock hearing the endearment Damian used for her just now.

He knelt between her legs, and in that moment, Arabella felt like the most powerful woman in the world, for Banks was on his knees before her. And he was, in every possible way. Damon's fingers traced the delicate fabric of Arabella's lace panties and pulled them down her legs. It did not take long for her to be naked. Having Arabella the way he wanted, the way he had dreamed for several days, the way he fantasized in the shower and during lonely nights, Damon leaned in. His face was positioned between the woman's legs, and Arabella placed them over the man's broad shoulders.

“However, I’m afraid you might have to endure a bit of suffering, Miss Wade. My mother has been arranging blind dates for me over the past few years. The number has probably reached around 20, if not 50. You wouldn’t mind being Mistress #18 or #19, would you, Miss Wade?” “Damon Godfrey, how could you insult me like that!?” Abigail did not have thick skin, after all, and they were in front of their elders. It wouldn’t be appropriate to throw a tantrum. All she could do was storm off as soon as she said this. Once she had left, Mrs. Wade’s pride certainly couldn’t bear to stay here any longer, so she stormed off with her. Sylvia was enraged. “Damon, how could you lash out like that? Regardless

I felt I was cheating on Abbie, even though we weren't even dating. It's easy to say I turned him and his daughter down. I have no intention of giving her a chance to talk to me. She will have the opportunity to meet her chosen one day, maybe in a few days, maybe months, years, even... but it's the best feeling to know you are with the person the moon goddess destined you to be with.