Sister Abigail Novels & Stories

OLIVIA Aiden's arm, which had been wrapped around my waist, loosens suddenly. I almost trip as I move away from him. My sister just caught me almost kissing her best friend, which is out of bounds in our fûcking house. "Olivia , go to your room!" Sarah's high pitched voice echoes in the living room. She is still standing by the staircase. I nod my head. I avoid my sister's gaze as I walk past her, my head bowed in shame.

It was none other than my evil step sister, Mary. Such an ironic name, if you’d ask me. She raises her eyebrows in amusement, "Hi, were you never going to greet your family?" Here she goes again. I breathed in, and breathed out. Let’s calm down Abby. Now is not the time to accidentally stab someone with a fork. Mustering up a random courage, I let out a smile towards her way. "Mary. I'm in a hurry. I suggest you move out of my way or I do the moving for you."

I eventually got tired of the countless buzzing and I pulled the phone out, watching as the screen flooded with notifications stacking up on each other. T*****r. I*******m. News alerts. All of them, I clicked on one and the new began. “Sereia Fontaine, the woman who kidnapped her own sister years ago, has allegedly pushed her pregnant sister to the ground at a charity gala in Geneva." I scrolled down. “Witnesses say Fontaine has been trying to destroy her sister's life for years. First the kidnapping. Now this." They were more articles, headlines and even a photo of my face.

I started, my voice loud enough for everyone pause and look at me confused. Before I could utter another word, Calanthe beat me to it. “My sister, Naidira and I would like to inform everyone of something important.” Alpha Orion looked confused. Just like everyone else. “What's going on?” I raised a brow, chest heaving silently. What did she want to say? Her fingers dropped to her stomach and her next words were soft. “I'm with child for the Alpha.” My blood ran dry as gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd.

Upon opening my eyes, I spotted my older sister, Marissa Lipton, fiddling with my phone. Unlike in my previous life, where she immediately began shouting at me, her brows were furrowed as she took out her own phone. It looked like she was jotting something down. Immediately, I understood that she had been reborn along with me, back to the moment she discovered that I had been dating someone online. In our last life, she hadn't wasted any time before tattling to our parents about it. She claimed that I had gone down the wrong path and was cheating on my fiance behind his back.

"Look at her, Grey! She is the daughter of a gambling addict who sold her to pay his debts! She has no education! No career! No prospects! A baby is her only leverage!" The room fell into a terrifying, silence. Grey's eyes narrowed with rage. He opened his mouth, ready to backlash his sister and end the dinner right there. But Abigail moved first. The old Abigail would cry, or apologize for existing. Or even run out of this room. But she refused to be that girl anymore. Abigail pushed her chair back. The chair scraped loudly against the floor. She stood up. Elena narrowed her eyes. Vanessa just sneered, waiting for Abigail to run....as usual.

"So this is the real and fake heiress drama… It's so melodramatic. I thought this kind of stuff only happened in TV dramas, but it actually exists in real life!" "Is this family out of their minds? They abandoned their biological daughter to protect an outsider. And don't get me started on the older brother—he's absolutely repulsive! Who does that to their own sister?" "I bet they must regret it now! Well, that's too bad because she's already dead." "Rumor has it that the young lady had excellent grades and had applied to study abroad on her own. She only left early because of the hell they put her through at home. In other words, she wasn't even supposed to be on that flight!"

"It's clearly her own fault for not being able to stand properly and falling. It has nothing to do with me!" "Oh, it's none of your business, huh?" Ava pursed her lips and her seductive red eyes glared at Abigail with anger. "My sister was willing to marry your pathetic brother, and he had the audacity to run away. He actually thinks he can leave at the middle of the wedding just because he is her mate?" I could tell that Abigail had overheard our conversation and the anger inside her was building up! "And who do you think you are, Abigail? With your fake curves, wide waist, and plain face. You can't even compare to my sister..."

His voice sounded angry and dangerous. “ It's all right,” it said, stepping in. “ Now that I am here, let's not pursue the matter any longer,” I added. “ They should learn to respect their Queen,” she said, looking at each and one of them. “ Hey, I am Abigail,” a girl said, introducing herself.. She looked no more than 23 years old. “ Hey,” I greeted back. She seems nice. But I can't judge too early. “ I am his cousin's sister,” she said.

She was glad the hall had heaters around otherwise the man with her had put a huge jacket on her shoulders, ruining her fashion. Her plump lips were stretched into a beautiful smile, which made her smile as well. “Hi.” Giving her a hand which she accepted wholeheartedly to shake it. “I’m Abigail, Chris’ elder sister and you must be Hazel, right?” She guessed it, showing her pearly white teeth. Hazel nodded slowly and hesitantly, afraid that she was like Gabriella.