While It Lasts Abbi Glines Novels & Stories

Not only had Naomi protected the woman throughout the entire celebration, but she had also completely erased her digital footprint. Abigail walked back to the window. The sun had begun to set, leaving behind a golden glow that was reflected in the window. “All this time,” Abigail said softly, “I believed there was still space for me.” Warrick did not interrupt her. He gave her the space to express even the slightest hint of what she felt.

But Abby loves her time and it may be 3 months or more before it happens again. Gotta say, I’m really looking forward to these 3 months.

Wait a little longer, alright? Abel’: [How long would that be? There must be a time limit, right? I keep having the feeling that you’re lying to me. Ask yourself with your conscience. Are you neglecting me?] Jocelyn: [I’m not, President Crain! I’ll be attending the Ocean Heart Jewelry Competition in Greene City in two days! I’ll be heading off tomorrow. I’ll treat you to a meal after I’m back!] Abel: [Alright, I believe in you! I’ll wait for you to be back. I wish you all the best in the competition!]

was the last thing Lisa said before they all hung up. Georgia hoped they’d be around to keep that promise. They had spent the day with her parents and had a last chat with her best friend. She tried making a call to Abbi’s facility, hoping she could speak to her one last time too. The head nurse informed her that Abbi was resting and that she wasn’t doing too well. With a sigh, she hung up and looked at Hayden. “It’s okay. She’ll be with us in spirit.” Georgia nodded and told her mom who said she’d make an appointment to go see her the next day. She looked troubled but smiled through it. As darkness fell, she and Hayden knew their time was up.

smart girl know-it-all," that there's nothing I can do about that. We're dying, did you forget that? And just in case you forgot that part, there is also the fact that the guy is technically not even real. He lives in another dimension! Or you want to deal with that while we're on our last months or year?" "Well, if you put it so tragically... But we've been "living" our last months since five years ago, Abbie. Shouldn't we literally have a life while we're alive?" Abbie was about to angrily respond that she knew she didn't like to be called like that when she heard a noise in the hall right out her door.

"What? I'm not saying we should actually share it anywhere. Just fun thinking of yourself as part of an internet phenomenon. Oooh, like the cinnamon challenge! Remember that? Huh? Guys...?" "Anyway," continued Abbie, "we'll use my phone. Just so the whole world doesn't get to see us coughing up a lungful of 'cinnamon.'" There was a brief pause. "All right, we're live. And now I may or may not be handing off the phone to someone else, you don't know." She narrated the process of removing my pants and underwear, which seemed to be delegated to Taylor and Cassie given the direction of the voice. It was a little uncomfortable but nevertheless exciting, being touched by all these unknown hands.

As karma would have it, Glow Star went bankrupt two years ago for reasons unknown since Zach and his crew had tried to cover up to the public for the past two years, but with Abi’s Intel, she was able to figure out this news among others concerning her ex-pack. She stood by the entrance of her villa awaiting, a car with tinted glass to approach the building. It came to a stop and a figure came down from the car. “ A mansion this big just for three persons,” a familiar voice spoke out, making Abi chuckle at his words, “ We have servants and housekeepers too, leaving with us, you know, ”She retorts, the figure walks toward Abi until he appears in front of her and they both embrace one another.

Only her profile visible for half a second. The lady was clearly Ivory but when she turned her head just enough for the light to catch her eyes, I saw Abigail. My fingers curled into my palm. I said her name out loud before I realized I was doing it. “Abigail.” Months. That’s how long it had been since I’d said it. Since she vanished without a trace. Since every lead I chased turned into nothing. Since my men came back shaking their heads and avoiding my eyes. I replayed the clip again. And again.

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"Work keeps me busy." "I run three companies and still manage to keep my followers updated. Your last post was what - three months ago?" "Four, actually," I smirked. "Some of us prefer to keep our lives private." "Private?" She laughed, the sound theatrical. "Alexander Knight, private? That's rich coming from the man who used to make headlines every other week." "People change." "Do they?" Abigail pulled out her phone, scrolling through what I assumed was my dormant I*******m. "Remember this party in Monaco? God, that was wild. You were dancing on tables-"