Sister Abigail Novels & Stories

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

Lily quickly closed her mouth and settled back, waiting intently for Debra to continue. "No need to apologize. I know you're eager to understand." Debra smiled slightly as she remembered her daughter. She sighed and continued, "Abigail was a remarkable woman. She had achieved so much at such a young age. Abigail was only a few years older than you when we lost her. She possessed a kind heart and a beautiful spirit. She loved to cook and read. If you couldn't find her, she was either in the kitchen cooking or under her favorite tree reading. Abigail was a beautiful person, inside and out." "That sounds a lot like you, Lily. Abigail sounds like an amazing person just like you," Tiffany added.

Was it someone close to my boss? Exiting the car, I rounded it to meet George where I got a better look at the man. By his side was a girl with similar features and I assumed they had to be siblings. The man’s eyes traveled between George and me. “Who’s this?” “None of your business, really. Abigail, this is Charles and his younger sister, Angela.” I smiled at the pair. “It’s nice to meet you both. I’m his secretary.” I introduced myself to them since George wasn’t in the mood to.

On the day the Dawson family finally collapsed, I brought a bouquet of flowers and took Liam with me to visit my mother’s grave. In the photo on the headstone, her smile remained as gentle as ever. Yet, there was always a trace of sadness in it. She had been a kind, delicate woman—one who truly loved my father. And because of that love, she had never been able to move on. "Before she passed, she lay in that hospital bed, clutching my hand. She told me not to blame Linda. "She said, ‘Your sister isn’t truly a Dawson by blood. Life there must have been difficult for her.’"

I just got here, I did not want to look so demanding. “I will wear the yellow one.” It was better than the pink that was with flower patterns and looked all girly and cringe. “Alright, I need to bring out the marching shoe,” “Hey, I think I will prefer a white shoe with it,” “Yes, my princess,” she said before she turned and moved to the walk-in closet in the room that I was yet to explore. I watched as she entered the closet and I went back to sit on the vanity chair. Abigail had woken me up this morning and after introducing herself, she told me that she was a gift from my sister, Eva. Abigail finally made me know my sister’s name.

Helena started, but I cut her off. “Please Helena. Can you give me a moment alone?” I pleaded. I could feel the tears burn at my eyes. I hear my sister get up and move to the door. She could feelng her standing at the door watching me for a moment. Please go was all I could think not opening my eyes.

"You… You really were reborn! I know that you only chose Seth out of defiance. You're going to regret it!" I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how radiant I was. I said coldly, "Regret? Why would I regret it? "Andon, know your place. I'm your sister-in-law now, and if you keep being rude, I'll tell your older brother so that he can teach you how to behave." Andon was rendered speechless. He could not do anything except lower his voice and say threateningly, "Do you think you have an advantage over me because you're with Seth?

Its roof sagged, its walls were cracked, and the windows that had once been painted with saints were now jagged shards of broken glass. Clara wrapped her shawl tightly around her shoulders as she approached in the pale gray light of dawn. Her breath clouded in the chill air, her heart pounding faster with every step. The letter still rested in her pocket, its words echoing in her mind. The truth you seek about your sister lies within your family’s past. Meet me at the old chapel before dawn. Come alone. The stillness of the morning pressed on her. No birds sang. No breeze stirred. It was as though the world itself was holding its breath.

I would've died if a colleague of mine hadn't come looking for me when I couldn't be reached. When I regained consciousness, I told Mom what happened. All she said was, "The fact that Amy treated you that way goes to show just how much of a failure you've been as a sister. You must've pissed her off with the things you said. Otherwise, why would she hate you so much?" All at once, I felt as though I'd been plunged into an icy pool of water. I was chilled to the bone. "Even if I'd been the worst sister alive, did that give Amy the right to kill me?"

Only after a wife had given birth would she be qualified to enter the Gates family. I had been the only exception. Lillian's hand went up. The slap came down. Then another. The room rotated. I was a rag on the floor. I was barely breathing. The door opened. Charlotte White, my own sister, came running in. She kicked me in the chest before she said hello. "Silas, have you lost your mind? You made Liam lose his first child." Anyone listening would have thought it was Charlotte's child. I coughed up a mouthful of blood.