Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel Novels & Stories

The sound of his palm impacting against my right cheek echoed sharp and loud in the room. The blow knocked the air out of my lungs. It wasn't painful, but firm and authoritative. An electric itch spread across my skin, sending a wave of heat directly to my crotch. "Still," Gabriel ordered. His voice wasn't raised; it was the same calm, strict voice he used in the classroom when someone interrupted his lecture. He knelt behind me. "Spread your legs, Amelia," he ordered softly. My body obeyed. I opened my legs a little wider, offering him total access. I felt his large hands grab my glutes, spreading them firmly to have a clear view of everything I was offering him.

And with that, she bowed her head a little and walk away there, the same time the tears in her eyes finally spill. ~ Gabriel was just staring at Tristan for almost a minute, but the annoyed expression of Tristan never changes. "To all the people that's going to be discharge from the hospital, you are the only one with that kind of face," Gabriel finally spoke after five long minutes of silent observation. And then a faint chuckle comes from Tristan. But it was not a smile, but rather the sound of a broken heart. And Gabriel was certain that he is going to hear that kind of sound again. When Tristan wakes up.

Tucking the tickets safely into his pocket, Gabriel squared his shoulders and prepared to face the journey ahead. In a fit of frustration and anger, Gabriel's hands trembled as he clenched the tickets tightly in his fists. His vision blurred with the intensity of his emotions, the betrayal of Bella weighing heavily on his heart. With a sudden surge of pent-up rage, he flung the tickets across the room, their paper edges slicing through the air like a bitter reminder of his shattered trust.

How was he even doing that? Sydney looked at Gabriel with interest, " You sing?" " Terribly, I'm a rusty singer. I mix soprano with alto and tenor with bass." Gabriel replied with a cocky smile. Gil scoffed, " He's saying flimflam. He sings like an angel." " Don't exaggerate, I'm not that blessed." Gabriel rebuked. A station waiter came to take their order. Gabriel was surprised when Sydney ordered a drink, he'd thought she was sober. Since Sofia couldn't hear the station waiter asking for her order, Gil asked her instead in a low voice she started to despise.

I curtsied, taking a deep breath as the powerful scent of spicy musky cologne hit my nostrils, “No need to curtsy. Micah a moment,” Gabriel said to Micah. His deep, husky voice came. I gasped as I looked at him. No way. It can’t be. “If you don’t mind, please excuse us,” Gabriel said as I felt my heart racing. I felt my head lightheaded as I staggered and Micah held me back. “You!” I exclaimed. `

So much was clear. My hand drifted to my stomach again. "I’ve got you," I murmured. "No matter what." Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I frowned. "I swear, if that’s some reporter or paparazzi—" I stood, walking toward the door cautiously. Another ring. "Alright, alright, I’m coming!" I shouted. I pulled the door open— And froze. "Gabriel?" He stood there, slightly disheveled, holding a bouquet of tulips in his hand.

Gabriel put his hands on my upper arms and my heart broke when I felt the sparks starting to fade. “You’re free now.” He whispered. “Thank you for giving me a chance.” I pulled him into a hug. “Stay safe.” I whimpered. “Don’t go do something stupid that will get you killed or I swear to God, I will shave your fucking eyebrows off!” Gabriel burst out laughing. “You are hilarious.” He chuckled. “Promise me you’ll never lose that humor.” I shrugged. “Sure, whatever.” I replied, trying to hide how flattered I was over his compliment.”

Not to use, just to have. Gabriel swore under his breath.For a second, I thought he was cursing Alexander, but the venom in his voice was reserved for his own men. He had chosen his team, hand-picked for this performance, and now they were failing him on the world’s smallest and most personal stage. At them, the rage was pure and uncut. “Stand down the f*ck down!” Gabriel barked into the chaos, the command sharp enough to rattle the walls. But authority fractures under adrenaline.

I heard the thumping of footsteps approaching us, then the agitated voice of one pissed off beta. “Well, I hope you all have learned your lessons. That thing has to stay in hell from now on, and I for one don’t plan on ever seeing his damned ugly face again. I’m going to be a good little boy from now on, eat all my vegetables and not complain. I want to make it into heaven. Ain’t no way my ass is going to hell when I die, no damn way!” Tanner said while making his way through the crowd. His hair was singed off on one side of his head and sticking up on the other. Gabriel buckled, falling to his knees he clutched his stomach. He was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. “I’m crying!” Gabriel

As soon as he raised his hand, a fruit came in his hand in the air, but there were no fruit trees around. "Guilt! Bullshit! This king and guilt, nonsense. I was vulnerable that time so just say thanks to your luck, I might break your little insect head that time," Gabriel said arrogantly, which suited him most. "You can't. I'm the wind, you can't catch me." "Keep dreaming, insect. If you keep flogging around me one more, I will suffocate you in your air," Gabriel walked, leaving the man behind.