Sister Abigail Novels & Stories

My breath caught in my throat as I tapped the screen, opening the secure text interface. The message was short, direct, and completely devoid of any formal greeting: 'Hey, sister. The brute has not killed you yet, has he?' The room around me went completely cold. The phone felt like a block of ice in my palm, my chest tightening until I could barely draw air into my lungs. It was Abigail. It was the very first time I was hearing from my elder sister since she had packed her bags and vanished into the night, leaving me to step into the wedding dress and marry Martinez to save our pathetic father from his gambling debts.

he said. I thought he just had a good memory. I forgot that he'd never once remembered I'm allergic to strawberries. His mother shot me a disapproving look. "Jennifer, a woman needs to be gracious about these things. You couldn't even produce a son. Lydia is carrying the McKinzie family's first grandson. "If it weren't for Harvey's kind heart—remembering all those years you've been together—by all rights, Lydia should be the first wife and you the second."

She raised her chin in what looked like defiance, but was really an act of fortification for herself over what was to come, while their lustful eyes consumed her. “I’m first, this time,” Jeremiah muttered. “Tell me more about what you need,” he said as his lackeys stood so close behind her that she could feel their body heat on her back. “Not another clean up, I hope.” “I told you,” she grumbled. “My sister is missing and I need you to find her. Time is of the essence.” “It seems an odd thing for Sybil to send you to us to find a missing person. We usually work on more delicate and dire cases such as the one we just did for you. What is it about your sister being missing that makes it so

“Girls! Not more bickering, I hope.” Alpha Brahm stood at the back of the room, blanketing all of them with his aura of domination. Broad, and easily 6 and a half feet tall, he cocked an eyebrow at his daughters as they resigned themselves to abandoning their varied differences of opinion, at least for the time being. Evelyn took a deep breath and plastered a grim smile on her face, “Of course not father, just trying to talk some sense into my lovesick, dingbat of a sister.”

"Yes I do Abigail, I really do. Your mother and I care about you so much." "Whose Nelly," Abigail asked almost in tear, "Nelly is your sister, she's your half-sister." She answered Abigail's question calmly. "Are you part of my family?" Abigail asked, this time her tears were already trickling down her face. "Yes, I'm your aunt. Your mother did this to keep you safe. You're a twin, you and your twin sister Wanda." "What! And you didn't tell me all this while, where are they right now."

It's almost oppressive, and I can't breathe for a moment as I watch him walk toward the center of the foyer. "I don't care what's going on between the two of you," Ricky continues, his eyes shifting between Luca and Nathan. "But Abigail is my daughter. And Nathan's sister. You two better learn to keep your hands to yourselves before I take matters into my own hands." I feel my stomach drop. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Nathan's sister.

She nodded shakily, biting her lip, fear flashing in her eyes. “Yes, Father,” I called out, trying to steady my voice. “I’m in the shower. I’ll be out later.” His reflection in the mirror showed the faintest smile. “Good. I just wanted to tell you—" His voice softened. “I know you’re not happy with Sandra, my new wife. But please… take it easy on Abigail. She’s your sister. She’s just like you. Do the right thing. Make sure she always feels at home.”

“Damn, Irina, I guarantee you, I will own that moment so much, you'd think he's the bride!” And, then, hysterical laughter rang out. The two ladies were Anna and Irina Sabalenka, blood siblings, and they were riding in Anna's black Corvette, on their way to pick up Anna's wedding gown for her impending wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Neo McKinney. Irina, the younger sister, was billed to be the chief bridesmaid, and the excitement in the two ladies’ hearts was evident. “Seriously, though, it would be the happiest day of my life, Irina.. I almost can't believe that it's actually happening,” Anna continued, “I almost have to pinch myself.”

I tried to explain. “Working? You call drinking with men ‘work’?” My father slammed his hand on the table as he shot to his feet. “Do you have any idea how upset Daffie is today? She posted something really important on Instagram, and you, her own sister, couldn’t even hit the ‘like’ button? Are you jealous of her?” Daphne looked up at me. Her eyes glistened with tears. “Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?”

Thaddeus cursed himself for scaring Aiden. The girl sitting in Xander's lap finally pried herself away from his clutches and bounced towards Thaddeus with way too much happiness for his liking. She stopped in front of the Alpha and stuck her hand out, “Hi! My name is Abigail. I'm Aiden's sister!” She said, and the Alpha looked at her, shocked. Abigail looked down at her hand, which was still extended, before looking at Thaddeus again. The Alpha cleared his throat before reaching out and shaking her hand.