Elizabeth X Gabriel Novels & Stories

When she saw him, she enveloped him with a hug and pat his shoulder. "Welcome home, son." "Mum, I miss you so much," Gabriel mumbled. James shook his head knowing that his artiste was about to pull on his overpampered baby talks. Elizabeth released from the hug and then cupped his chin. "Look at you behaving all affectionate and spoiled. No one would believe it easily if they say that the great singer, Gab Willy, who has a great stage appearance with a charming personality is here behaving like a baby." Elizabeth teased and he pouted his lips.

i stutter There's a knock on the door and i quickly regain myself, push him backwards and arrange my scattered hair and he just smirks at me. Eulalia gets a well paying job at a very successful company but she doesn't know why she can't stop thinking about her boss and all the dirty things he could do to her. Constantine can't stop thinking about the little angel that works for him and beautiful her blue eyes are. He will stop at nothing until he makes sure that she is HIS.

When she finished my makeup, I barely recognized myself in the mirror. "Now you look like a sweet and lovely Anna Shaw," she said with satisfaction. "I agreed to meet him, didn't I? Can't we keep it simple?" I sighed. "This one is different," Elizabeth insisted. "I have a good feeling about Gabriel Barrett." "You had a good feeling about the last two disasters as well," I reminded her. Mother waved her hand dismissively. "None of them were Gabriel. Leah Barrett is my card-playing friend. Gabriel is her nephew. His sister is a university professor, and both his parents are scholars. A proper family."

“The winds blew hard and far to reach Estelel, the wife of Jilroid. She was chosen by the fates to stop the Dark One in destroying Lenriad. She gathered courage and went against the Dark One. Of course, it didn’t discourage the evil god but instead, angered him. He hit her with a curse of dying and never being able to reincarnate. When his curse was taking place on her, she held onto him and in a way shared the curse to him. She succeeded in defeating him but she was dying herself. The Fates pitied her so they sprinkled the god’s essence on her and tried to revive her.” Margarette looked up in the clear sky and felt the warm of the sunlight touch her face, “But they failed Ellaine, they fail

They were already hungry for his blood for years and all credit goes to his selfish mother. Gabriel's mother. Elena was a witch, a powerful one. She was the head of the witch clan but after the death of her husband with whom she was madly obsessed. She wanted to bring him back and started venomous black magic that harmed many lives. And Ezekiel and Gabriel's lives were one of them.

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

Holy fuck, how could I have forgotten. “Elise did something this morning." Gabriel's smile was suddenly wiped off his face and he turned to me. “Tell me." “She came home today at six am, she was shaken up and she was looking for Cristela," Gabriel's face turned grave. “I told her Cristela wasn't home and she got scared and angry. She tried calling her but no one picked up. She left the house and went into the woods, I followed her and saw her showing two men something on her phone. I didn't know what it was but from their reaction it was like a picture. One with a motorcycle ride out the other one with a car... She fucked him."

That electric awareness that prickles along his spine and makes his wolf lift its head. She's here. Gabriel's eyes sweep the cemetery entrance before he can stop himself. And there she is. Elena Sterling stands at the top of the stone steps, surveying the crowd with those silver-blue eyes that have haunted his dreams for six years. She's dressed in black, a simple dress that flows to just below her knees, her dark hair pulled back in an elegant twist. She looks like a widow who's forgotten she's supposed to be mourning someone else's husband. Gabriel's breath catches.

I witnessed his bloodshot eyes shimmering with tears and I immediately understood how hazardous the situation was. My eyes squeezed in shame as I began to sob silently. My lips couldn't stop trembling as I managed to encourage the elderly woman whom Theo had positioned comfortably on the couch to take slow deep breaths. After a long moment of steady breathing sessions, her muscles finally relaxed. I shut my eyes and exhaled in relief. I bent my head backward in extreme happiness, only for my eyes to meet that of Theo who was dead and distant. It held so many intentions that I felt my body shiver in fear.

"I'm outside the house." Dexter walked toward the window. "Come in." A few moments later, Gabriel entered. His eyes went directly to the photograph. He froze. Dexter noticed. "You know her." Gabriel didn't respond. "Gabriel." "I've seen her before." "Where?" "Six years ago." Dexter's jaw tightened. "Everyone seems to have seen her except me." Gabriel looked at the photograph again. "Her name is Elena." Dexter's eyes widened. "Elena?"