Turning Red Abby Novels & Stories

Cindy asked as Annabella undressed. "Why don't you visit his office or house to see?" Annabella asked. "Oh come on Bess,tell me. How many percent??" Cindy asked. "I don't know okay? I don't even look at his face to know if he's handsome or not,he look scary" Annabella muttered and went into the bathroom. "Gosh,why so wicked?" Cindy mumbled sadly,throwing a candy into her mouth. ••••

Most of the time I just smiled and nodded, I had no idea how she did it, but the way that her mind worked fascinated me, and in all truth, I wanted to know if it worked. So far, there is an orange tree in the corner of the room, a rose bush which changes color every day depending on what mood Abby is in – it’s the same trick that I showed her the day in my house trying to convince her that I was a demon when I changed the sheets on my bed to her favorite color. Green. Not a lot of that color here. I pursed my lips and let my shoulders droop, I wish I could give Abby the lively surroundings that she so desperately craved, but the best I can do here is love here, along with a bit of mind manip

“No. No, no, no. This was merely a move on my father's part that I had no way to stop. I detest Brody. I only met him for the first a little less than two weeks ago. He was on his phone the whole time, then through the meal, he kept putting his hand on my leg. His soft, girly hand touching my bare thigh was revolting-” “You should have stabbed him with your fork.” Gabe tells her, his face a study in anger and annoyance. “Oh, trust me. I wanted to. Very, very badly. I just knew what would happen to me if I did.” Abby says. “And what would that be? What would happen to you if you stood up to Sterling?” “My punishment.” Abby says simply. “He punishes you? How old are you?” Gabe asks, looking wo

I had to go every now and then to her room just to make sure she wasn't crying herself to sleep. She rarely drinks. I remembered Abby saying just how strong the taste of vodka was and that she had to endure it since they're talking business and she wants to appear professional. Looking at her right now in her red little dress, I am reminded of the past how she would watch outside the windows of my hospital room with the ruby sky reflecting upon her. Red was such a strong and intimidating color but in Abby, it seemed a calm and gentle color. After a while, Kristina started to nudged my elbows and said, "Are you sure Abby's okay?"

Not amused—just broken. But I didn’t have time to lick my wounds. Because she walked in. Abigail. In her red dress. With her red lipstick. Looking like every kind of warning label wrapped in perfume. “Well, Mrs. McCatty—or should I say Mrs. Moreau?” she purred, swaying her hips like she was on a catwalk. “I have to give it to you. Bagging two of the most eligible men back to back? Impressive.” I dipped my brush in red. Abigail was red. The kind that stains everything it touches.

He grabbed a gummy worm on the way out. “I can’t believe Johnny actually allowed Lizzy to drive him over in this.” Donnie flipped a camera. A bright yellow Beetle convertible sat in Abby’s guest parking. White flowers decorated the sides—even the taillight covers were cut-outs of daisies. Max grabbed a couple more worms. “Yep, we can’t let him live it down.” “Have fun on your double date.” Donnie winked at him. “It’s all business.” “Sure it is.” “Abby is showing strain. It’s good for her to have a girlfriend around, take her mind off the fact that she’s bait for a jihad extremist.”

I said, as I left the two girls on the bed and petted them both. “I want my daddy and Suzy,” cried the girl, hopelessly. I sighed. All I had in my head were images of Suzy cursing me and then leaving. What was her damn problem anyway? “If you want, I can let you play with Bibi,” said Abby, offering the old rag doll that she always took everywhere. Abby was seven years old and a shy girl, but so loving. Her dark, curly hair always went into her big eyes, so I started doing frontal puddles in her head.

she finished with a look of contemplation on her beautiful face. “So, the very first time you ever saw Laylan and the rest of them, you already knew who they were? Wow!” I was asking and stating aloud for myself. Abby gathered up her papers, shut her notebook and stood up abruptly. “Come on let's go get something to eat. Go watch a movie. Go do something, anything, please. My head is beginning to hurt from all of this thinking today. Get me out of this house, please!” She was pleading, almost demanding.

“Soon.” Abigail finally stepped in, her red dress bright under the lights, voice sweet enough to fool a stranger. She looked at Freeda as if she were speaking to a child. “This is getting ugly,” Abigail said. “You should stop before you embarrass yourself again.” Freeda turned her head slowly. “You should stop before I remind everyone you were on speaker.” Abigail’s smile faltered. She recovered fast. “You’re emotional.” Freeda met her eyes. “I’m awake.”

The next few hours were spent watching the first four episodes of The Vampire Diaries Between us was a bag of candy. It was long and red and had cartoonish pictures of cherries on the front. It smelled nothing like cherries. "Want one?" Abby asked, holding one of the red ropes out. I wrinkled my nose. "No. Thanks." "Okay, more for me." She took a bite and returned her focus to the show.