Great Pretender Abby Novels & Stories

Abby barked one morning, “enough of the games. Every secret, every lie—exposed or not—I will find it. Step aside.” Jake’s smirk was infuriating. “You act as if you control the world, Abby. Some truths are beyond your reach. Some alliances are untouchable.” Abby’s jaw clenched. “You underestimate me. One more move like this, and you’ll regret it.” His wife trembled. “I… I can’t undo what’s been done. I’m trapped.” “Trapped?” Abby snapped. “You’ve chosen deception over honesty. That choice ends tonight.” Sandra’s Pressures

She must be six feet, if not taller. “I’m Abby or Abagail Lexis. I wait tables here. If you need anything, I’m flitting about somewhere.” Abby was young, and cute in a bubbly way. Her smile made others want to smile. The girls wore her hair in strawberry coloured curls to her chin and Becky saw how her blue eyes glowed from her fresh face.

“Mrs. Cynthia wants to see you in her office.” I raised my brows. “Thanks. I’ll be there in a minute.” I picked up my books, but one of them pulled them back onto the table. I hummed slowly. “I heard Tiffany got kidnapped,” one of them said. I think her name was Josie. She was known for being tacky and irresponsible. “How did you save her?” “Yes, how did you manage to take down Blake and his friends?” The other one asked. I hadn’t even seen that one in my life.

Slowly, they all turned around as if they were two-year-old triplets being caught colouring on the wall. Behind them stood Theodore and his COO, Jerry. Abigail met Jerry once, but Cleo knew him quite well. “Theodore,” Abigail mumbled, clutching the dress to her chest. He ogled the dress with an approving glint in his eye, imagining how its soft silky-like texture would look on Abigail. And how he could almost run his hand under the--

“And they can never ever be trusted. You might be young, Mistress but mark my words there will come a day you’ll rue letting that animal into your home.” “Is this where Mrs. Rosewood is hiding?” Queried a sultry voice. “I wanted very much to meet her, the woman who bagged Ryan Rosewood. She’s a legend.” The stranger brushed back his long flowing dark blue hair as he gave a perfect smile. “I do not recall giving anyone else permission to come out here.” Ms. Westworth snarled and sighed. “Mistress, we shall chat again. I have much to ask you and you haven’t even started to satisfy my curiosities yet. I do hope you do not wander too far. Canines are almost as bad as cats.”

She knows the real me and with her I don’t have to pretend to be the all mighty Henry Payne, I don’t have to pretend to be a player, I don’t have to pretend to be someone else, she likes me for me. “Hey, are you okay?”, Abbey asks me leaning on her elbow to look at me. I am sitting at her desk doing some school work while she is laying in bed reading a book. “Yeah, why?”, I ask looking at her. “You just went really quiet and you have an annoying habit that you stopped”, She says. “What annoying habit?”, I ask her turning around to face her. Abbey bites her lower lip while she plays with her pen. “Well, you see, you read in a whisper way, I can’t read without being out loud”, She says and I o

“Can I ask you something?” “What do you want to know Justine? How to get discounts for night clubs?” he adds sarcastically and the younger glares at him as the rest chuckle lightly. “Why would I need to know that, this is Justine Jung. I can get into any clubs and don’t even have to pay cause I’m so handsome the girls that flirt with me will end up paying,” he boasted and they all laugh at him with a shake of their heads.

What if Abby didn't tell me? “I just got information that the CEO was coming to the office today,” I said, and he didn't even look up from his document. “Yes,” he said calmly. “She just got back from her trip.” I never took out the time to G****e about who the Quinns were. I just knew that they were popular. I didn't know if I was supposed to be ready to act perfect for some old woman. The thought made me gag slightly. “You didn't tell me,” I said in a slightly accusing tone.

I left the mansion and checked into a hotel. The day before I was due to go abroad, I realized I'd left my travel documents at home and rushed back. The mansion was mid-party. Malcolm had Ashley on his arm, and they looked picture-perfect. Guests murmured among themselves. "Mr. Thorpe spoils his wife. Look at Ashley. Those designer clothes must cost tens of thousands of dollars!" Someone in the know cut in. "Are you kidding? Mrs. Thorpe is the one who just walked in!"

she said as she stabbed her banana split with a spoon. Aliyah just laughed. “Cheers to that, bestie! Leave it to the Lord. A baby is a blessing. And the donor is extremely handsome, so that’s fine. I still can’t believe you met again and that you still love him. And even more surprising—he’s apparently been a billionaire all along. He just pretended to be poor and worked as a tricycle driver.” She nodded.