Project Abigail Novels & Stories

When I gave up on my mission and confessed to the existence of the system, my girlfriend, who couldn’t seem to give up on her first love, suddenly agreed to marry me and bear me a child. I thought my sincerity had moved her and excitedly began preparing for the wedding. She, however, tricked me into going for surgery. “You’re on a mission and have unlimited lives. He has end-stage heart failure and is on the verge of death. Don’t worry, after his surgery and recovery, I’ll come back to our family and continue helping you with your mission.” What she didn’t know was that the moment she took my heart away, I had utterly failed my mission and all my memories were erased. One month later,

Lauren suggested. "You're mean, you want me to miss all the gists." Abigail pouted. "Don't worry my child, we will save some for you. Now go get me some fruits." Jenny persuaded. Abigail threw her mom and her elder sister an unfair look before she reluctantly made her way out of the ward. She found Stanley seated on a chair, typing away on his phone. She smiled sheepishly as an idea came to her. If her sissy didn't want to confess what was going on then she could manipulate Stanley to say something.

Michael's hand gently squeezed hers, a subtle reassurance that she wasn't alone in this moment. Michael continued, his voice unwavering. "This is Abigail, and she will be leading this company from now on. She brings with her a wealth of experience and a fresh perspective." As the whispers grew louder, Abigail's gaze remained fixed on the ground, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She could feel the weight of Samuel's absence, the pain of his loss, and the uncertainty of the future. The room felt suffocating, each whisper a reminder of the challenges she was about to face.

“It’s protected by magic. If I use magic to take it down, they’ll be alerted that we’re here. I don’t want to do that without knowing where Gwendoline and Nikodem are first. It’s too risky.” “That thing you did… tapping into my mind to see what I see,” Abigail said thoughtfully. “Could you do it without touching me?” “I suppose I could,” I said. “Try,” she said as she ran about twenty paces from me. “What am I seeing.”

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.

And somehow, that meant more to him than he cared to admit. Back inside, Abigail sat down again, fingers tapping against her knee. Her mind was already three moves ahead, sketching out the kind of plan that could put the Fangs off balance without sparking a full-on war. Tunde didn’t know the details yet only that it involved misdirection and something she called “the decoy shard.” “You’re not doing this alone,” she had said firmly. “If they want to play games, fine. But we choose the rules.”

She laughed cynically. "Wait….. you're planning to……?" Matilda was slowly connecting the dots. "Miguel never rejected Vivian and Vivian never rejected Miguel too. They are still true mates with a real mate-bond." Abigail laughed to herself. Her plan was finally back on track and she couldn't be happier. She was The mistress of conspiracy, Abigail could manipulate absolutely anything into her favour. "Get ready, Matilda. It's about time I paid a visit to my stepdaughter."

Fragmented reports emerged-project titles, offshore subsidiaries, and one chilling header: ECHO‑2 / “ABIGAIL.PROTOCOL” – Status: Active I stared at it until the letters blurred. “She’s making a digital reconstruction.” “Of Abigail?” Luca asked. “Or of both of us,” I said. “A machine learning model using our childhood data. She’s trying to rewrite the narrative in code.” Adrian turned from the window. “Then this isn’t just corporate war—it’s myth warfare.” Outside, thunder rolled over the bay.

She thought, 'I feel like he's taking over my territory! Xander said, "You should take a shower and sleep soon too. The work tomorrow is very important." Tomorrow, Abigail had to return to the company for work. The project that she was currently involved in was a crucial one for this year. She had to give her full attention to it. Abigail did not waste any time. She quickly grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom. After taking a shower, she routinely washed her underwear. While washing her underwear, she realized Xander probably changed his underwear too.

She died betrayed by her blood. She returned with the blessings of the moon goddess. Abigail was born to be a Guardian, chosen by the Moon Goddess, destined to protect the fragile balance between humans and werewolves. Instead, she became a sacrifice by her own people. Her family worshipped adopted daughter over her. Her talent was stolen. Her love was betrayed. Her body was used, her name ruined, her entire existence was wiped out, when she was murdered by the sister she once called family. But the Moon Goddess did not abandon her chosen. Reborn one month before her forced marriage, Abigail returns colder, sharper, and unbreakable. This time, she does not fight