Sister Abigail Novels & Stories

Ezekiel's eyes widened in shock, and Rebecca quickly stepped between us. With an aggrieved tone, she said, "Maisie, if you don't want to, that's fine. Don't make things harder for Ezekiel. I'll go to the hospital right now and end the pregnancy!" Her tone was so determined that Ezekiel immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. However, the look he gave me was cold enough to send chills down my spine. "Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!"

My heart dropped. "Abby!" Gwen was out of her chair, going to hug her friend. "You are here for real." She moved away from her, holding her by the shoulders. She faced her family. "Mom, Dad, meet Abigail, the one I told you about. The princess and Ashton's only sister." "Oh..." Salome purred. "She is so beautiful just like her mother." "Thank you," Abigail said, her smile not reaching her eyes. "I'm glad to meet you too. I'm sorry I haven't been here since your arrival."

They must think of me as a baby. ​Nathaniel’s sister who I met briefly yesterday stands and smiles at me. Abigail is bright and loud, her bleach blonde hair suiting her personality well. She looked like she belonged in a sorority. She and the others are dressed in professional attire and she looks like a powerwoman in her clean red business suit.

Abigail added and an arch appeared between my brows. “The Haven…what is that?” “Is that where Sienna has her or what is that, Abigail?” I stuttered and she shook her head, immediately grabbing the car keys. Ivan helped her into her wheelchair and as soon as she stepped out of the circle, all the candles went out. “It’s not Sienna that has her” She threw a look over her shoulders. “Then who?” What I didn’t know was the one other thing that she forgot to mention. “It’s my sister” Abigail whispered.

“My name is James. I just moved into the estate with my parents.” “Oh, nice to meet you!” Abigail said immediately. “My name is Abigail, but my big sister calls me Abi. And this is my sister, Olive.” “Nice to meet you,” James said with a friendly smile. “I’ll see you around.” With that, he jogged away. Abigail remained standing, staring in the direction he disappeared into, completely lost in thought. “Abi… back to earth,” Olive said, tapping her on the shoulder. Abigail jerked slightly. “I—I was just—”

I lost the morale to confess my age, seeing her deep feelings for me. Just there as we were still standing, savouring every minute of our romantic cuddle, we heard the palour door bang with a close. "I think my mom is back!" I whispered to her face before we separated and took a step back from eachother. "I can help with serving dinner, if you don't mind" I suggested with a smile. Abigail slowly retreated her steps to where the was and shook her head in polite refusal. "Nope" "Remember, your sister -- you need to be around her before she talks" she advised in a quiet voice and playfully pointed the spoon at the kitchen doorway.

Elise said first. "Hello, you must be..." "Else! And that's my sister Maurice and my brother Denise" Hailey crouched down.. "Aww you guys have such beautiful names." "Thank you!" Maurice replied "Are you really our Daddy's sister?" Abigail rolled her eyes from where she stood. "Yes I am, I'm sorry I couldn't make it for your birthday party too but I made you guys some pastries." "Really?" "Yes" "Mom can we have some?"

Abigail’s tone was low and pleading. Sophia watched her sister. She had taken a few steps towards her as they spoke. She knew her sister well enough to know that she was sincere still she couldn’t shake that feeling of betrayal when she went to her sister’s room that night many years ago and found it empty. The bed was neatly arranged, which was the biggest indication that her sister left. Abigail’s closet was empty save from the dresses their father had gotten her to wear many nights. She remembered the devastating blow that had hit so hard in the chest that she could barely breathe, she remembered falling in a heap at Abigail’s doorstep staring blankly at the neatly made bed.

That remark left me not sure how to respond but Mark asked; "Why, is he ugly?" Abigail smiled and pulling our heads even closer whispered; "Since I know your secret I will give you one of mine. You see my dear sinners, the reason that Abigail the unattainable, high priestess of the church of Satan could never seduce her brother is that well," She paused then said even softer. "My brother is a catholic priest."

--- Flashback — The Warehouse “I am not his precious woman!” Abigail’s scream sliced through the suffocating tension. Her mascara-streaked face twisted with panic, her voice shrill, desperate. She thrashed in the goon’s grip, heels scraping the floor as she jabbed a trembling finger toward Annabelle. “It’s her! Annabelle Hamilton — my half-sister! She’s the one he wants, not me!” For a heartbeat, silence reigned. Richard’s head tilted slightly, his lips curling into a slow, devilish smirk. His obsidian eyes locked onto Abigail like a predator stalking prey.