Sister Abigail Novels & Stories

Flavia asked shortly after they entered the room. "Why, do you miss her?" Abigail teased. Flavia blushed and nodded with a smile. Abigail herself wondered what made Flavia so fond of her aunt. Her friend often asked about Claire. Well, Abigail couldn't deny that she admired her father's youngest sister. Even her grandmother often praised and compared Abigail to her. Not only because of their facial resemblance, but in every aspect, Claire was always used as a benchmark. The same was done by her father, Robby.

AFTER Lily My mother's sister—Aunt Alami travelled from Jos in Plateau State to grieve with us. She called Mum and announced over the phone that she has arrived Calabar. Mum asked Dad to drive her to the bus station to pick Aunt Alami because she has not been behind the wheel in a week, everytime she tries to drive her hands would tremble. She won't be able to move the car out of the driveway. I dashed into the back seat of Dad's car with Krystal in my arms before Dad could start the engine because I wanted to be as far away from our grieving relatives— who had came to stay—as possible. Surprisingly, my parents did not object me going with them.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

Not surprisingly. She didn't need me to explain as soon as she saw the headlines and what was going on there she grabbed onto my shirt ,"oh my God please tell me your sister did not go to be with Daniel." She wasn't over the fact that Daniel and I were separated let alone except that Jennifer was interested in him.

"Did mother do something? What is it?" "No, no," Abigail waved her off. "For the first time, she's actually completely innocent here." "Oh, alright," Olivia said, and then stepped closer to her sister, seeing her tearstained face. "Let's get you to your room. You don't want her to see you like this. She thrives off weakness." Abigail leaned on Olivia as her sister's arms came around her, steadying her as she walked.

She said, turning her head so Leo could see my mark. "No introduction needed. "Well, well, my big sister, a marked and mated woman. I am impressed, Alpha Wyatt, and I am very happy for you both." "Thank you, Leo, but there's no Alpha nessacry we are family now." "Agreed, Wyatt, my sister tells me you have been working with her on Abigail's murder. I want to thank you for that. I don't have to tell you, Hope is stubborn and hard-headed when she sets her mind on something. I feel a lot better knowing she isn't alone."

Startled, she quickly let go of her hand and stammered, "Sister, you...you misunderstand." Oh no, will my sister tell mom and dad about this? Would her parents think that she had bad intentions and kick her out of the house? If it was really like this, she would be finished! "You continued." Abigail casually walked towards the kitchen. She was just upstairs watching this good show a moment ago, but as she was watching, she got hungry and didn't want to watch anymore. Ronan glanced at Courtney unhappily and immediately caught up with Abigail's pace, explaining anxiously, "Abby, things are not as you think..."

Mary, my sister-in-law, stared at me. Her face was deathly pale. “What did you just say? Are you asking me to abort my baby? All because of what Pip said?” I gave a solemn nod. “Yes. Pip said this child is an abomination. It cannot—” Before I could finish, Mary slapped me. “Your brother and I tried for thirty years to have this child! How dare you tell me to get rid of it? If he finds out, he’d kill you, you monster!”

“Stop giving false information. She looks like she is about to be sick.” They both returned their gaze to me. This time though, the first twin took a step forward, her eyes widened as she looked at me. Like she was trying to figure something out. “Are you about to be sick?” I think I shook my head but I’m not very sure. She breathed out a sigh of relief. “Oh, good good.” Her hand was on her chest. “Oh, I totally forgot. I’m Abigail, but please call me Abby, and this is Gabby. Gabrielle.” She motioned to her sister.