Bookish Gilbert Novels & Stories

Gilbert was standing on the other side of the lockers with his arms crossed across his chest. I exhaled roughly as I took out my history book. I opened the zip of my bag and put the book inside, ignoring him. There were a few more students standing in the corridor and the entire place had gone still. Gilbert was leaning on the wall. He pushed against the wall and stood up as he tightened the strap of his bag on his shoulders. “Natasha Volkov,” he spoke my real name. “Volkov. It sounds like someone I know. In fact, someone we all know.”

She smiled at him, "I'm Pryla, her BFFAE a.k.a Best Friend Forever and Ever. And you are?" His eyes widened before breaking into his gentleman smile, "Gilbert. Hey." Gil offered her a hand, but in my shock, she only stared at it. Gil eventually lowered his hand and rubbed it awkwardly beside his pants. "Well, I got to go. Dad's waiting for me." "Yeah, of course." I chuckled before sitting down and wave at him. "Bye." "I'll see you around, Riles." He winked at me before facing Pryla and smile at her, "Nice meeting."

Gilbert let go of her and lay down on the bed, his arm stretched across his forehead to block the light. His voice was deep and quiet. "You think I’m old too." Millie found it amusing. Who exactly was the childish one? "Aren’t you just throwing a tantrum like a child?" She climbed onto the bed and pulled his arm away. "That’s a fact. What’s there not to accept? Whether you care or not, age only goes up." Gilbert turned his head to look at her and said stubbornly, "I’m 10 years older than you, that means I’ll also leave this world 10 years earlier."

That made it easier. “Oh… do you know if Lita’s working now?” Gilbert’s next words stopped her in her tracks. She blinked. “Your cousin,” he added, as if she’d forgotten. “How do you know about her?” Raellyn asked, startled. “I told you, that I looked and learned everything about you,” Gilbert said calmly. “I met her by chance. We ended up talking a lot. She’s... charming and easy to talk to. We saw each other a few times.”

He was every inch the lord of a library, self-possessed but authoritative, standing tall in posture with the book clasped before him and his reading glasses. "I rarely miss my way here at night. I need to read my Shakespeare's work collection," Gilbert said. Dionysus nodded with a fleeting curiosity behind his eyes. “The night gave us a melancholic atmosphere to read the tragedy of Hamlet,” he said. At the same time, Gilbert stepped a few steps towards him, and his hand forgot about the book. His eyes were blazing and even more burning in the quietness of the library. “Even the best stories are not all found only in these books but also between us. This cursed mansion. This cursed bloodline.

… In a room within the manor, Felix and Wendy were waiting for someone. "Felix, that man is Gilbert, a businessman from Avesburgh. He runs several factories and is worth close to hundreds of millions of dollars," Wendy said. Felix frowned. "If that's the case, your dad should have absolute dominance over him. Was he not successful?" Wendy nodded and replied, "Yes. Normally, a person like Gilbert would go to great lengths to find an opportunity to connect with our family. He was indeed like that initially, but his attitude shifted entirely when Lovefruit was mentioned."

Gilbert was buried in a pile of documents when the sound of the door opening made him pause. He looked up slowly to see one of his men step into the office. The man didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he walked closer and gave a slight bow, showing respect. Gilbert dropped the pen he was holding and leaned back on his chair. "What do you want?" he asked calmly. The man cleared his throat softly. "Sir, I came across something just now… I thought maybe you should see it yourself."

She tried to remember the correct calculations in her head, but when Gil pummeled her with a particularly hard thrust into her now obscenely stretched cunt while Bobby tried to tear her a new asshole with his jackhammering cock from behind, sandwiching her tiny body tightly between the two much larger men, she lost her train of thought. Gil saw the nipple bobbing up and down before his eyes and wanted to taste it. He had the strong urge to bite into the succulent flesh and pull with his teeth, and so he did. Bridgette screamed and came when she felt the sting of GilÕs teeth bite into her sensitive flesh.

His eyebrows were raised up as if they were parts of his vocal organs. “You haven’t eaten the food I placed on the table?” Sarah said as she sauntered to the sitting room. “Yes, Sarah. I am going through this historical book. I will munch the food when I am done,” Gilbert said, and flipped to the next page. “What do you want to get from this photo book? It contains records of the past…,” Sarah said and sat down on one of the sofas. The sofa was very close to where Gilbert was sitting. Gilbert was muted for about six seconds. He finally spoke with gestures, “look at this picture; it’s the Lord of the Moon. My father told me the Lord of the Moon is magnanimous. My father also said he wanted to

"Is it true that you know nothing?" Gilbert nodded vigorously many times. "Y—yes, Alpha! I mean it, I don't know!" he exclaimed, reinforcing the alibi he had. "Then how can the transaction fail?" I asked again. Gilbert shuffled. He looked more and more frightened. His eyeballs moved to the right and left. I knew he was trying to make excuses. One second, three, until a minute passed in vain without the answer I wanted. I glanced at one of my two men still holding Gilbert by the neck, one strangling him, then slamming the man's bald head against the floor until his forehead bled.