Yours Truly Abby Jimenez Novels & Stories

“After tonight’s Bonding Mate Festival ends, I’ll take you to them. But I have one condition—I need to know the truth first.” “Fine. I’ll tell you the truth.” The longing for my babies made me agree instantly, but just then, a woman approached us. It was Abby. Dressed in an elaborate gown, she was almost unrecognizable. The Abby I remembered was a warrior, but now she exuded a seductive charm that would captivate most men. She hurried over and grabbed Damon’s arm. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? All the guests are waiting for you. We need to hurry.”

She announced and nodded to Celestin, signaling her to introduce herself. "Good morning everyone. I am Celestin Lombardi, 18 years old." Even though her introduction was polite, Celestin's serious face was still there. "It's September, right? Why are the heck there still transferees?" "But she's so damn beautiful, seriously." "Oh my gosh, is she a girl? I can't believe it, she's freaking handsome!" "I wonder what kind of power she have? I bet it's useless, haha!" "Heh, another newcomer to bully, this will be fun!"

She actually does saving money to buy her something that will make Debbie happy in return. June 28, she bought Debbie and Jennifer a customized white T-Shirts with engrave message on it. ‘You are not alone!’ –ads. The italic ‘ads’ means her name abbreviation, Abigail D’ Souza. She made two sets each for the duo. Since she knows how to paint, she sketch photos of them and kept one for herself. On 29th, Abby sent a text message to Debbie and asks her if they can go out in the evening because she will discuss something. So a perplex Debbie went out with together with Jennifer. It was a simple dinner in a relax ambiance. Debbie asks what the invitation all about is.

Because when the lights go out and everyone else is chasing parties or hookups, I’m in my tiny dorm room, fingers flying across the keyboard, writing the kind of stories that make people blush behind their phones. Anonymous submissions to the university literary magazine. No byline, just the pseudonym “Yours Truly.” Readers devour them. Comments flood the forums; filthy, hot and imaginative as hell. But there’s always that one recurring jab: “Bet the author’s a virgin. Those positions sound completely made-up.” It hurts because they’re right. I’ve never even kissed anyone properly, let alone done half the things I describe in graphic detail. My imagination runs wild, but reality? Locked and

The room is so quiet I could hear a pin drop. Right now, at this moment, my message is clear—I’m not someone you can ever dismiss or forget. I am Abby, the ex-Luna, the renowned chef, and the woman who just cooked an extravagant three-course meal for a room full of Alphas, yet still had time to dress to kill. Let’s see Gianna, or anyone else for that matter, label that as ‘pathetic.’

My name is Abby, I am a mixed race girl, my hair is a bit strange, it is neither straight nor curly dark brown, brown eyes and I am 1.56cm, I am simple, I do not usually wear makeup and I do not wear expensive brand clothes , I like to be original and simple.

Hannah bit down on the hair tie between her teeth so she wouldn’t laugh. I opened the toaster and took out two slices of bread. “Great. I’m glad your face did a software update while you slept.” Abby ignored me because her main focus was still the extraordinary little woman in the mirror. “I’m prettier than Mami.” I turned slowly. “Excuse me?” Abby looked at me through the reflection. “A little.” “A little?” “Uh-huh.” I set down the butter knife. “I’m making your breakfast.” “I know.”

Trixies POV Abby drove us all to the outskirt of town to a local bar called the Watering Hole. We all get out and go to take a quick picture together. All smiling the flash went off. I looked at the photo posted in the group chat, so we all had it. We all looked amazing! Jerica had shoulder length dark brown hair straighter with a black skirt and a tight beige tube top on she was just a little shorter than my at about 5’3 and her also pale skin. Janet was the same height as me with her long black hair and tight red dress on and her dark skin glowed tonight, beautiful as ever! Abby was the tallest of us- she was 5’7 and curvy like me but hippier with her brown hair curled tonight feel just to

She has been quietly observing, her mind far away, but I know she has still listened to everything that has been said and by who. General Abast, Gillian and Neo have been explaining what was going on with Silvan and his organization when they were still there, and I finally got to meet Neo’s mate, Missy. She is highly pregnant and closely followed by the hospital personnel, but the woman has a fire in her, and the way she speaks about Silan, the venom in her eyes whenever he is mentioned, and the way she describes his tempers and games. She has no illusions and all of them know they are only alive because Druida, Mirage, and Angel saved them. Angel.

After five years together, Abby Young finally said she was ready to take me home to meet her parents. However, on the day of the visit, she asked my friend Gene Burke to pretend to be her boyfriend and told me to tag along for the free meal. “Abby, I’m your boyfriend! You’re supposed to introduce me to your parents today!” She did not even look up. “Gene just went through a breakup last month. He wants to know what it feels like to meet a girlfriend’s parents, so let him have this one.” I refused to move. Gene sighed. “Forget it. I was only joking. You two should go.” He started to get out of the car, but Abby held him back. “Stay where you are. You’re not going anywhere.” Then, she pu