Abigail Jones の小説・ストーリー

"I'm sure Caleb's quick recovery must have come as a shock to you both. It's so sudden how tables turn isn't it? I wonder what else you two have in mind." "Oh we still have a long list of options to try out," Abigail lied. "But it's nothing you should be worried about." "Well I'm glad you informed me ahead," Jane narrowed her eyes to her. "You won't even know when it hit you," Abigail said as she approached Jane. She took a sip from her beer, and then deliberately tilted the cup, making the cold contents spill on Jane's dress. Jane gasped. "Oops, my bad," Abigail said dramatically and walked away. She needed to be the one calling the shots, with or without Marcus's help.

Christian’s POV Abigail was fine now. Back on her feet. Back to the quiet rhythm of her days—caring for Abuelo, gliding through the estate’s marble halls like she had always belonged in them. That didn’t stop us. It didn’t even slow us down. Mindless, senseless fucks in the shadowed corners of the Castillo estate—her skirt hiked around her waist, my hand clamped over her mouth to muffle the sounds she couldn’t hold back.

Hayes, sits calmly shuffling papers beside Karl. “Please state your full name for the court,” the judge says. “Abigail Marie Howard,” I respond, straightening in my chair. The judge nods. “Very well. Ms. Howard, please give your testimony. Start from the beginning.” I nod and swallow, shifting somewhat uncomfortably in my seat as I begin. “I’m not really sure where Damon’s obsession with me exactly began,” I start. “But the first day I recall meeting him was at my ex-fiance’s restaurant, just a few weeks ago…”

“Hello, Mrs. Reid… It’s so nice to see you here.” Abigail flinched when she heard someone addressed her as Mrs. Reid and she turned around frantically to look back, only to see a middle-aged woman smiling widely at her. This woman seemed to be in her fifties, but she maintained herself well and looked graceful in her black knee-length pencil dress. Her blonde hair was trimmed short to her jawline. Abigail’s eyes went wide while her jaw dropped automatically. The woman came closer and stretched her hand to her, “Hello, I am Stacy. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Reid.”

7pm After the van crash, I made my way to Kentucky. I haven’t found a place to hide out yet but needed as far from Fort Mill, SC as I could to lay low. I wasn’t giving up on Alison but knew I needed to wait till after the baby was born to make my final move. The baby would be born somewhere around April-May if I remember correctly. I’d have to make a couple calls to get the exact time she would be due and make sure I have all the correct preparations made for when she’s back home with me. After searching I found an abandoned distillery perfect to lay low and set up a temporary shelter. Soon enough I will get everything I want and when that day’s here, Alison will be in her own hell but my pe

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

Amelia lays on her bed as she thinks about Damian. 'So he's a CEO" she thought. "I wonder what a CEO does," she says to herself. She caresses her stomach and remembers her baby. She then started to think deeply about abortion and her baby. 'If I abort this baby, will that make me a murderer?' she thought as she gently stroke her flat tummy. She looks around her room where pictures were seated on top of the bedside table. It was baby pictures. Pictures of her and her parents joyfully smiling at the playground.

For Abigail, the moment she dreaded was now. She walked towards Hayden, kicking off her shoes. She stopped and stood a few feet from him. She smiled, reached her arms behind her neck, and undid the halter's clasp. Her dress dropped to her feet, and she stepped out of it. She stood there, clad only in her yellow panties. The ones from Victoria Secret that her daughter helped pick out.

Mrs Melissa didn't understand what she saw last night" The one with the ponytail, Emma cast a glance on the housekeeper, before pulling it to Mr Reed Abigail lightly narrowed her eyes, she couldn't remember anything, but Emma and Clara's words felt untrue. She didn't believe that she fell down herself, and these girls were trying to save her. Could it be that she had grown too fat to walk down the stairs properly No. She didn't believe it. And these girls were lying Mr Reed hadn't said a word, his eyes were still fixated on the tablet in his hands. Abigail glanced his way, about to speak but his cool voice sounded calmly.

Then heavens decided to send a helper and one of the maids, the one from before, I don't done her name, came in. "Ma'am, Mummy said you should hurry up." "My name is Abiola!, and please come in." She did as told and I looked at her. "Pick a dress for me." She looked at me. She settled on a glittery grey gown with shorts hands reaching her elbows. "Thanks, I had eyes for that one too. Do you think it's ok?"