Downton Abbey Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Scarlett asked again teasingly. "Fuck you, Letty!" Abigail rolled her eyes at Scarlett. "I will call you later; it's time I start preparing to meet my dramatic billionaire undercover Mafia client." "If not Jose, then Mr. Blake Knight could be suitable---" Abigail didn't let Scarlett complete her words when she suddenly hung up chuckling. Abigail dished out the chicken noodle soup in a bowl; she carried it to the dining and placed it on the table before returning to the kitchen.

Matthew exclaimed, quite horrified at her disrespectful behavior, but she dismissed it as a harmless prank. "Come on, it's not like I'm stealing or something like that, I just wanted to see if I could find some interesting stuff. And guess what, I found some really amusing facts! First, I found a bundle of love letters from the footman to our Cook. He was only eighteen while Cook was at least forty at the time, but it was not nearly as shocking as what he wrote in the letters! He described the things that he'd love to do to her in private, and I swear the words would have made even the most experienced men blush! Then I found a stack of torrid novels under the bed of our housekeeper. You wou

She enjoyed carnal pleasures, far too much. Abigail broached the subject no more and planted a soft kiss on her daughter’s forehead. As soon as she was gone, Fallon pulled her thick woolen coat over her nightdress, listening to the rain beat against her windows. Souniro was in the servant’s quarters, and tonight, she would take her pleasure, with him. .......... “Wake up, you thieving old hag!” Cook grumbled something in her sleep as Fallon shook her, to the point of being violent. Damn the old fool. She slept like the dead, now that she was needed.

'Say, winter is just around the corner'. Abigail lay on her bed on her stomach, her feet raised up and her dress falling to pool around her, altogether looking very unlady-like. 'Mm hm', I murmured, concentrating on stitching a tear on her silk stockings, the type her mother liked and the ones Abigail was frequently destroying, only because they were more in number than her cotton ones. So there I sat, trying to stitch it carefully and neatly - which is rather difficult since the tear was not running along the seams but right through the middle, not very conspicuous you see-, so Mrs Stanly does not start a row with Abigail and somehow include all innocent and wary bystanders into it.

DAMIAN POV I don’t know what is wrong with me but I couldn’t control myself, I walked to the desk where Abigail was And pull her towards me angrily… But immediately someone walked into the office without knocking It was Diana, my fiancée Damn! What is this crazy girl doing here I thought to myself Abigail pull her hands from mine, immediately she saw Diana. She look at me with her cute deadly eyes and left the office angrily, leaving me, Diana and Amelia alone in the office

She threatned him, “If you don’t stop now, I will make you sleep on the couch.” He grinned, “I took care of that baby. There is no couch in our room.” She looked at him, wideyed. What a hooligan! Was not he actin too hard to get? But it was all a play! He always had naughty plans about her! They heard Abel yell, “Can you two stop? I can’t bear to see your nauseating romance!” Damien pulled Anastasia closer and shot back, “Get your own woman!” Ronan turned to Abel and said, “Sorry, man. I got busy with something and couldn’t check in on you. How was your date?”

Perhaps not—she was doing a good job pretending to like him, nodding and laughing at his pathetic jokes. Okay, so maybe he couldn't tell she thought Damien was a dog turd. But Nick should at least be seething with jealousy by now. In her fantasy, he’d be so jealous he'd march over, force her to go with him—probably to his hotel room—and make wild, passionate love to her. Bad idea, Abbey. Don’t think about wild, passionate love. Just concentrate on the getting-him-jealous part. She straightened, threw out her breasts, heard both Tarken and Vane suck in deep breaths, and placed her hand on Vane's arm. She steered him off to one side so their conversation became private, although she was still

“It's working because I can't stop thinking about her.” There was Bianca in the way. He had to find a way of sorting out the mess with Bianca. After seeing her stab herself over an argument, he was certain that he needed her far away from him He swivelled in his chair, lost in thought. He couldn't stop thinking about Abigail. Daven's words echoed in his head. He had said he would make her moan and cry in pleasure. Had they fucked…and were they…?

Abigail fell back on the couch, her sight cloudy. Mrs Weston sat down also, she crossed her legs and said... "Choose one. Your company or some dumb love."

“I will make it clear; I am completely off limits.” Emma- What do you think? Ada- He touches her, we reject his ass. Emma- You really are looking for any reason to reject him. Ada- Emma, this is not just an excuse. Gabby was training to be the Duchess. And we both know he cheated on her more than he was with her. We are mated to the Duke Conrad. Man Whore! Emma- But the benefits to us! OH MY! Ada- Don’t, don't let him off the hook that easily.