Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel Novels & Stories

His quick move caught me off guard as I sat there gawking, unable to comprehend what he was actually doing. "Gabriel, what are you doing? Your knees-" Gabriel shakes his head, taking a deep breath but realising that it's a wrong move, he winced. "Elle, love..." His smile turns into a grimace as a thin trail of blood trickle down his chin, "I know. I might not appear handsome and might've looked like a mess right now crazy..." He coughed out blood and wiped it off his chin before sniffing, his gaze upon me, "I never wanted to look so vulnerable in front of you but my condition won't stop me from doing what I've been practising for a couple of weeks now. It’s a moment of now or never, again, b

I said, half smiling. Gabriel’s dark eyes looked at Millie; as I moved to protect her, I saw Gabriel smirk at Millie. “It is very nice to meet you.” Gabriel said in his baritone voice as he unslung his trumpet from his back. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” Millie said, her purplish-gray eyes flickering at me and then Gabriel. “Millie, would it be okay to put my trumpet next to your stomach?” Gabriel asked as I held back a growl.

The gentle piano music echoed in the air. Gabriel, dressed in a custom-made suit, stood in front of the floral arch. His eyes burned with anticipation as he waited for me. I linked my arm with his and walked step by step toward the flower-filled stage. Petals flew through the air, butterflies danced, and the applause surged. After the emcee began, Gabriel spontaneously confessed for ten minutes. I watched his chin and hands shake. As he spoke, his eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion.

I am in a trance as pick up the mug and bring it to my lips. Well, that is until its taste hits my mouth and I end up spitting the liquid out. “That’s disgusting. How do you even stand it?” I question, wiping my mouth. For the first time, I hear Gabriel laugh. It’s a deep and sultry laugh that does things to my body. The kind of laugh that makes you forget your name. Am I the only one who finds laughs attractive?

Naturally, she was filled with anxiety and dread. "Get lost!" With a loud crash, Zayn hurled a liquor bottle at the door from inside the study. The sharp and piercing sound made Cassidy scream and turn to flee in panic.

I ask in return feeling something inside me blossom into an explosion of excited butterflies. “And about your ass…the night is still young and we have toys if you need more attention,” Gabriel says with a smile.

“Better than me? You think just because you can be charming, she’ll choose you? It’s not just about who can make her laugh.” With every word exchanged, the tension escalated, drowning out the roar of the storm outside. The sound of thunder echoed ominously through the walls, as if the very heavens mirrored their rising emotions. “What do you even know about what she needs? You’re just a kid playing at being a man,” Gabriel snarled, an edge of vulnerability masking the hurt within his statement.

Gabriel turned a lovely shade of green. “He what?” he croaked. “Yup,” Alexandra said. “With a .45 pistol. And they say to this day, he’s terrified of those.” “As a matter of fact,” William chimed in, “if you shoot him with a .45 using special iron rounds? Boom. That’s how you kill him.” Gabriel gasped like a kid in a toy store. He froze, then turned and bolted for the trailer. Elijah followed more slowly, muttering something under his breath.

He lands on the ground and doesn’t move. Gabriel stands in front of me now and looks at me. I can't look back at those ice-blue eyes that seem to pierce through my soul. ''Seems like you need to be taught some manners,'' he says. ''Go to hell,'' I snap while I spit at his face. He chuckles, ''Feisty little thing, aren't you? Just the way I like them. But you know they all break in the end.'' He grabs me by the waist and puts his face to my ear.

"You gave me two lovely sons. The joy of my life. You've always protected me. Loved me to the moon and back. I definitely can't doubt that for a second. Today is just one of the days I wouldn't want to see the end." Sighing with absolute delight, Thalia smirked, taking a gulp of wine in. "That was beautiful. Absolutely the perfect words to say. And I want to tell you Gabriella Sanroman. My darling wife. That I've loved you, I love you and will always love you. It doesn't matter the time or place. Not even death will ever stop me from loving you. I promise you that, my chi-chi-ca." Just as they had settled down to converse and finish up their wine, the boys showed up with trays of food from t