Gibbs Abby Novels & Stories

GRAB! "Kyaa!!" Abby screamed in surprise when suddenly someone grabbed her hand from the side. She turned her head to see Mrs Gold staring straight at her with her iris shining golden with anger. Abby didn't know if the golden light in the woman's eyes was a reflection of the light shining from the object in the wooden box… or if it was a cold light that radiated from her eyes directly. She was really shocked and scared. “Mrs—Mrs Gold! I-I'm sorry—I was… I was looking for you to ask something…!”

ABBY {Monday, 3 days after the blood moon} “You may ignore me. You may hide from me. But you won’t be able to avoid me. What chance do you stand against Kismet? I’m coming for you, Abby. We are bound to each other,” Anthony Gordon whispered as he appeared in my dream.

She grinned this time. "That would be great then." I shook my head, smiling—this girl. I dated girls before, but no one ever declined being picked up by my car. They love it and feel proud, but Abby is embarrassed to be seen riding in my car. "What do you want to eat?" "Anything." I smiled. "Okay, I'll be back in a few." She quickly stood up and ran downstairs. I smiled and lay down again. I turn on the television and wait for Abby to come back.

he chuckles, “especially now.” I look at the kitchen entrance way and see Alpha Abigail standing there with a smug grin on her face, her hand rubbing her small baby bump, a sippy cup in her hand as she holds it out to Alexander, our 3 year old Alpha heir. I gulp as her voice enters my mind, “Good luck today, Gamma Gabe,” she arches a brow to me, “either way you’re going to need it,” she cackles out loud as she leans down and picks up Alexander and places him on her hip.

Abigail was the one who mattered, the family's pride and only hope. I clenched my teeth and forced myself to speak. "Abby is missing." Mom froze as she pulled me toward the bedroom to change. "What do you mean? Wasn't she at her tutoring class? How could she be missing?" "Her tutoring class ended around noon yesterday. She kept asking me to buy her ice cream, but I didn't have any money. So I took her with me to the scrap yard to sell the bottles I'd been collecting." I trembled as I spoke. "I told her to wait outside while I went in to sell the bottles. But when I came back out, she was gone. I searched everywhere, but I couldn't find her—"

She can not stop shivering, both from the cold and from the fear. “Abby!” Abby forces her eyes open and she sees Gabe, standing behind her father's lifeless body holding a gun. He looks at her and she musters up a weak smile for Gabe before the darkness claims her. She whispers his name into the void around her. “Gabe..”

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I said, as I left the two girls on the bed and petted them both. “I want my daddy and Suzy,” cried the girl, hopelessly. I sighed. All I had in my head were images of Suzy cursing me and then leaving. What was her damn problem anyway? “If you want, I can let you play with Bibi,” said Abby, offering the old rag doll that she always took everywhere. Abby was seven years old and a shy girl, but so loving. Her dark, curly hair always went into her big eyes, so I started doing frontal puddles in her head.

I barely had time to process that fact before Abby suddenly cupped my breasts. Startled, I grabbed her wrists. “Abby! What are you doing?” I blurted out. “Oh, Mrs. G, chill,” she said casually. “I’m just adjusting things.” “The cups of the dress pushed one of your girls higher than the other.” She shifted her hands slightly, making small adjustments. “Now, how’s that?” she asked. She stepped back and looked me over. “Wow,” she said softly. “Are you sure you didn’t just graduate, Mrs. G?”

She answers, pausing for a moment then she continues on “Drake and lilly are useless, they hate our people, they want to kill you, the kids hate it here, they miss you you, damn even i miss you, they killed our daughter and it broke us and i don't want to be broken anymore, i want to be free with our girls, with you” “Daddy?” Abby calls, she was the yougest at only 11 years old “Abby baby, its so good to hear your voice” She wiggles her little chin at me, her eyes watered as she looked around the big room surrounded by big scary people