Gibbs Abby Novels & Stories

I actually disliked everyday of the week because it had a link or a connection to my ex. Yes my ex. Sorry if I didn’t introduce myself earlier as expected. You all might be wondering who I am and why I kept on talking about my ex. Well as you all know, I am Abby . Yes Abby, the girl who is known as the scary witch. Every one laughs at me , they see me as a joke but the funniest part of it all was that they don’t do it in my presence. I am known to be the girl who made her husband to disappear without a trace or a message.

“What a coincidence! We have some new samples, so we’re taking a working vacation over there, starting Saturday. It would be great to catch up—you know, get away from the men for a few hours.” Congratulations, Gina Lopez. You’re the newest member of the Rich Bitch Wives Club. ****** ****** ******* ******** *** Abby never came back—not that it bothered Mish any. She filled the very awkward conversation with her life story. She's twenty-four, Simon is twenty-six, and her severe allergies led to the start-up of their business. When he unknowingly bought her a soap basket that sent her to the hospital, he set about trying to find a soap without the ingredient she was allergic to. Failing that, h

“I can’t believe that woman! What the hell does she know about anything?” “Well, I remember Christian saying she was a genius, so she probably knows a lot,” Gabe replied, trying to keep his cool. He knew that this was going to be a long night. Abby was one of those people that could go on and on with her temper when she was set off. He didn’t really want to deal with her attitude for the night. “Really?” Abby asked as she glared at him, “You are going to take her side?” “Well, Abby, you weren’t exactly nice to her from the start.” Gabe said, “It isn’t like she actually said anything that wasn’t true either. I do know that you and Beth buy the clothes and resell them. It isn’t like there is a

He knew this would be hard—not having the chance to reach out for her and touch her while he finally gets to see what lies under all that… “Here we are,” he mumbled in a gruff tone as he pushed the door open. Abigail gasped in shock as she stepped through. It was the most exotic thing she’d ever seen, yet it slightly excited her to get her pedicured hands around those poles, and climb those chairs... Stripping wasn’t something she ever minded, but it wasn’t something she enjoyed thoroughly either. Yes, most times she liked the rush of adrenaline, but it wasn’t necessarily a hobby.

Zita said to them. "Where is her mother? Has she mysteriously fallen ill?" Fiona said mockingly. Tracey sniggered. "I'm right here." A voice said boldly from the staircase. All eyes were at that direction-the staircase. Rebecca was at the landing, close to a step and held the handrail. Her curly hair fell on her shoulder; her dress was an off-the-shoulder dress with three steps designed on it. The jewel on her pendant glinted as the light from bulb reflected on it. Fiona rolled her eyes when she saw her.

She announced and nodded to Celestin, signaling her to introduce herself. "Good morning everyone. I am Celestin Lombardi, 18 years old." Even though her introduction was polite, Celestin's serious face was still there. "It's September, right? Why are the heck there still transferees?" "But she's so damn beautiful, seriously." "Oh my gosh, is she a girl? I can't believe it, she's freaking handsome!" "I wonder what kind of power she have? I bet it's useless, haha!" "Heh, another newcomer to bully, this will be fun!"

Then he wasn’t worth breaking a sweat over. Gabby stared at the screen of her laptop as she scanned through the report of the deal with LEE. Laila had sent the contract to her mail and she was to go through it. “Shit.” frustrated, she pushed her coffee cup off her table unto the floor. She grasped the fault in her action when she saw the coffee seeping into her expensive plush whit rug. She was working from home, because she needed time to rest. The housekeeper who was cleaning her study at the time stared at the mess in shock and Gabby smiled back at her guiltily. She’d just really been occupied for some time. God did she miss her mother. She felt empty these days. She wondered how long bef

We used to stand in line for hours waiting for our favorite bands, but because of Stacy's dad, we no longer had to. I watched both doors, and stood up straight when a taller, brunette girl headed towards us. She was pretty, not as pretty as Tessa, but definitely leaps and bounds cooler than me. What was in the water in California that made these girls so tall and breathtakingly stunning? Again, I felt just as inadequate as when I'd first met Tessa. "Hi, you must be Abby. I'm Mallory." She said when she approached us. "And Stacy, right?" "That's me, the one and only."

*********Warning Explicit Content! Abby’s POV I was already wearing a dress when I woke up. I wrapped my arms around myself and walked downstairs on my tiptoes so no one could hear me, even though everyone else was half asleep. I went to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator so I could get a glass of water. I feel better and calmer after I drink the water. Suddenly, Someone turned on the lights, and I saw five guns aimed at me. I let out a soft sigh and opened my eyes wide.

Abby chortled lightly, clearing her throat before narrating. “Well, you’d have to ask them how they met, but I was actually friends with Vivian before, well, before she became the Vivian Kent,” she snickered sadly. “She coaxed me to attend some lame event that was happening in New York. I don’t know if you can tell, but I am an introvert, so parties aren’t my cup of tea,” Abby added. Charlotte nodded slowly in agreement, clearly having noticed how reserved Abby looked.