Project Abigail Novels & Stories

Abigail had somehow rescheduled the planning time for earlier with the claims that she had some aiding information regarding what they had planned to do. "I'm sorry. We're here now. What's the emergency?", She asked Adira as she placed her hands on her waist, breathing heavily and wiping off some sweat drops from her face "The emergency is..", Abigail's voice was heard as she walked towards them with a large paper, throwing it on the table and spreading it for easier vision and comprehension. "We have a perfect sketch of the landscape of the Alpha's home..", she paused for a moment and placed a huge smile on her face while she stared at them all.

She wasn’t the type to back down quietly. Edward remembered the nights she stayed up sketching, eyes tired but focused, fingers stained with graphite and ink. She’d been burning herself out—working full-time as Chloe’s secretary, juggling deadlines, and still pouring everything into her design. He’d worried she wasn’t sleeping. But she never complained. Not once. “President,” one of the design team members said, pointing at Abigail’s entry. “This one was submitted under a fake name. Shouldn’t that be grounds for disqualification?”

But for now, I embrace the excitement and wonder that accompanies every new chapter in our publishing journey. As I bid farewell to Jack and step out into the busy streets, I can't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose and anticipation. The allure of Tuberose's mystery beckons me, and I eagerly await the next twist in our intriguing tale. ... .. . Abigail's pov - Exhaustion clings to my every muscle as Ema and I sit hunched over our desks, surrounded by a sea of spreadsheets. The past three years of database collection have drained our energy reserves, leaving us longing for the end of this arduous task.

I could feel the weight of our past pressing down on us, but the urgency of the threat looming over us forced me to push through. “Whatever it takes, I’ll be there,” I promise. “We can’t let Dominic Amon win. Not now, not ever.” Abigail hesitated, her gaze shifting between Scott, Shawn, and me. The room was still, each of us holding our breath, waiting for her decision. Finally, she took a deep breath. “Alright. I’ll work with you. But don’t think for a second that this means I’m okay with you. We have a mission to focus on, and that’s all.”

Abigail took the laptop and logged in to the website, she also looked clearly nervous while implementing that part of their plan, still she can't help but to proceed with it, so pulling up all the courage in her, she sent the date request along with the location to three people, "done!" Abigail, Alexander, and Viola, three of them are staring at the laptop screen while holding back their anxiety, but a few minutes later, a beep sound from notification made Abigail to open it immediately, while Alexander and Viola asked her at a time, "what happened?"

Abigail blinked her eyes and averted her gaze away from him. The moment she removed her hands from his jacket, she moved away from him. Lowering her gaze, she replied in a low tone. "That is none of your concern, Beta Ronald." Ronald's gaze pounced on her. With an angry expression, he turned his head away from her and chewed his lip from inside. "How is your new project going?" he asked, shifting the conversation away from the previous topic.

Claire picked up her laptop and, without turning it off, stood up and stared down at Abigail. "You're just a little girl. Stop trying to play matchmaker," she said as her final words before leaving Abigail standing there, frozen in place.

Xavier replied with a pleased smile. "Good. Now let's hope she responds in our favor so we can move on to the main part of the plan.” "You seem particularly interested in that. Why?" Xavier pressed with his eyes slightly narrowed. Abigail merely shrugged. “I just want to get this whole thing over with. I'm sure you want that too, don't you?" She cocked a brow at him. "Now, I would like the amount as agreed please,” she put out her hand and waited. “Of course." Xavier cocked his head towards Mann who reached into a cabinet and retrieved a wad of dollar notes and passed it to Abigail.

There were already people here but I didn't bother sitting next to them. The tables started filling up with people until there was no space left. "hello Guys.. Thank you so so much for joining us.. As you know me.. I'm Abigail and you have been working with me for a while now.. So this party is to actually get to know each other... Literally.. Know where we all come from and all that. So we will start from here. Just tell us your name, and where you are from.. You will in your own spare time tell each other everything and other details that don't concern us.. But right now, please get to know each other because the next coming projects will include you guys working together."

Flavia asked between bites. "It's canceled. We can go tomorrow morning," Abigail replied casually. Her eyes still focused on her tablet. "What's up? Any news?" Flavia inquired. Abigail handed her tablet, showing beautiful landscape photos. "There's a photography offer for a jacket product. Some locations in the west and central areas," she said, showing several locations and product photos. "Great. How about the contract?" "The offer is good. The accommodation is also good. It's just the timing that's not ideal."