Dan Gilbert: Books Novels & Stories

Jai told Gilbert. Gilbert smiled. “I’m flattered.” He then pointed to the confession. “Now, now. Aren’t you going to read it?” Jai nodded. He opened the book and read the content while Gilbert and Baji both waited for him.

"Okay." Davian answered respectfully, clutching the files and looking at him cautiously, but he did not dare to say anything more. Gilbert still did not answer the phone. It was apparent that he deliberately did not answer the phone, but he seemed to be upset as if someone did not answer his call. His expression became even sullener after the phone stopped ringing.

he wondered. After a while, he got up and took several books from his bookshelf. Upon closer inspection, they were several volumes of poem collections. Marigold probably hadn't expected Gilbert would try to come up with a name so seriously because she asked him to. He stayed up all night poring over several books before finally writing down one name. The next day, when Marigold looked at the note that Gilbert handed her and took in the obvious dark circles under his eyes, her heart skipped a beat.

His eyes, however, stayed cold. Gilbert stepped inside with his usual arrogance, his gaze flicking over the room before settling on Damien. "I came for the documents," he said flatly. Damien’s brows lifted slightly, his smirk widening just a little as he tilted his head.

~SIERRA~ I got worried. Gilbert never liked to drink, for him to drink, it had to be a special occasion, and he only drank wine as it had less effect. At restaurant accomplishment celebrations, he usually had a glass of water or juice. "Gilbert, where are you?” I panicked. “Not with you, that I’m sure of,” he in a drunken tone said. I didn’t want to make any noise that would wake the kids up, so with careful steps I walked to the door and carefully closed it than walked towards the guest room, where Gilbert stayed.

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.