Romans & histoires Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel

His voice dripped with fury as he confronted Amelia, his words cutting through the air like poisoned darts. "What was the meaning of that, Amelia?" he demanded, his eyes ablaze with a mixture of suspicion and rage. "You and Adrian, heads bent together like co-conspirators. Do you take me for a fool?" Amelia stood her ground, her posture unwavering despite the turmoil churning within her. "Gabriel, it's not what you think. Adrian was merely..." "Enough!" Gabriel's thunderous shout reverberated through the room, a stark display of his dominance. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles turned white with the force of his emotions. "I've grown weary of your excuses."

“I’m so glad you’re okay.” “But, who did you say got kidnapped?” “He wasn’t kidnapped.” Gabriel interrupted. “He used himself as bait.” “You mean Muriel?”Lilibeth asked. “But why would he put himself in such a dangerous place?” “It’s the only way that we angels can locate the presence of our enemies. By sounding the trumpet, he will create a signal that will lead us to their exact location.”Gabriel explained. “But what if the anti-christ finds out about this. Before he can use the trumpet to send the signal? Won’t his life be at risk?” Axel was the one to worry about Muriel’s safety the most. “We need to save him.”

[Gabriel] My heart pounded like a drum in my chest, I couldn't breathe. My whole body tensed, wired, spiraling into a kind of headache I couldn't control "Listen to you? Alright, go the fuck ahead I'm listening, Gabriel bring on the lies" Ava snapped, tears streaming down her face "Princess it's not what it looked like I..."

Gabriel, sitting beside me, nudged me with his shoulder, a gentle jab to get my attention. "Hey, congrats! You're going!" he whispered, a wide grin spreading across his face. I forced a smile, trying to hide the sense of dread creeping up my spine. My memories flooded my mind, making my stomach twist into knots. Gabriel's name was called next, and he let out a whoop of excitement. "Yes! We're going shopping for this thing!" He turned to me, still grinning. "We're going to have so much fun!" I smiled again, trying to match his enthusiasm.

Elias barks out, horrified. Gabriel stays his hand, but doesn’t take his eyes from me. “I have important things in the works tonight. And you will fall in line, Princess, and be the utter picture of what an Atalaxian Luna is meant to be when I bring you out in public this evening.” I stare up at him, hate in every line of my face. “And if you don’t,” Gabriel says, quite soft. “I will not only beat you until your entire body is black and blue – but I will kill each and every one of those Moon Valley ambassadors in front of your eyes. One by one. Is that clear?”

Wear something that will make me forget how to breathe. Gabriel Storm I read it aloud under my breath, the words tugging a blush to my cheeks. After all these months, he could still make me feel like a girl with a secret crush. Gabriel never needed flowery speeches to undo me, but when he chose to, he left me completely defenseless. I knew why he had arranged this. A night to breathe and spend time together without feeling as if we were carrying the world on our shoulders.

Gabriel’s eyes shone as he whispered, “And I promise that no matter how many storms come, I’ll always find my way back to you.” The officiant barely finished saying, “You may now kiss........” before Adrian pulled Gabriel into his arms, kissing him to the sound of laughter, cheers, and applause. When Elias took the stage for his speech, everyone went quiet. He stood there, slightly nervous but proud, holding his note cards.

She said, looking down to see what his hands were doing. Gabriel held her on top of him as he paddled to the back of the boat. He lifted her onto the swimming platform and got up onto it too. "Welcome aboard The Drummer's Beat." "I thought you were supposed to call ships after women?" Millie asked. "I can always sell this one and buy one and call her Millie." Millie laughed. "Does that mean I could launch her and break a bottle of champagne over her?" "No, absolutely not, what a waste if bubbles!" Gabriel scoffed. "I'm sure we could launch her some other way." He said, sliding his hand up her thigh.

“But only if you take them with you.” Gabriel said it without raising his voice. He did not bargain like a man trying to win. He did not plead like someone afraid of refusal. He simply stood in front of Evelyn and Warren with mud drying on his pants, smoke caught in the seams of his jacket, and the full weight of three hidden lives placed between them. Behind him, the creek rushed beneath the bridge, loud enough to cover smaller sounds. Water struck rock in white flashes. The bridge groaned softly as the last vehicle settled on the far bank with the rest of the convoy.

Christian cried. "H-Hey, hey look at me Chrissy, look at me... just look at me," Gabriel spoke as he grabbed Christian's face softly and wiped his tears away with the pads of his thumbs. His large golden ring glinted under the sun, the large 'G' was highlighted much better in the light they stood in, "Just look at me, you're gonna be okay, air support will come and we'll be okay. You trust me right? Well, trust that we're going to be okay..."