Gabby Dawson Novels & Stories

Something clenches in my chest. But before I can say something, Hugo yells from his couch. “Get the fuck outta here, Gabby! And never fucking bother me again. Do you hear me?” The girl, whose name I believe is Gabby, yells over her shoulder, not even bothering to look around. Maybe she doesn’t want them to see that she’s crying, or maybe she just doesn't give a fuck anymore. “I hear you just fine, dad. Thanks for being such a fantastic father."

Following the only route in this place that I know, I skip down the stairs, and into the kitchen, where I remembered seeing a back door. Instead, I see Grayson. What is doing in here still? He stands with his back to me, doing something at the sink. And the only thing he wears, are a pair of black dish washing gloves. One brief eye full of a very firm, smooth butt has me screaming and ducking for cover behind the bench. "Lexia?" I hear Grayson say into the air, as I press myself as close to the bench as physics allow. He can't see me. I can't see him...What the hell did I just see?

Her steps echo on the marble floor as she makes her way up the dais. The King chuckles, the sound startling in its warmth. He lifts her onto his lap as if she weighs nothing. “Well then, Gabriella. Tell me, what brings you all here?” Gasps ripple through the court, but the King silences them with a look. He focuses entirely on Gabby. My heart pounds against my ribs. She’s just a child. She doesn’t understand the weight of this. But Gabby does. She always does. She folds her hands in her lap and looks the King squarely in the eye. “My mommy is Elana. My daddy is Victor. And Damon is my uncle. But really…” She hesitates, then smiles shyly. “He’s kind of my other daddy too.”

Damn is she a linebacker in her spare time? “Ohhh wow,” Gabby said, as I tried to see what she was looking at. Phone blushed completely red. “What am I looking at,” I asked, trying to understand. She turned her neck to reveal a … tattoo? A paw looking thing? Then she turned again, and there was another. I shrugged. Okay? “I got mated last night! Both of them, I couldn’t be happier. We’re hoping for a big family,” she gushed, coming at me again and squealing.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure." They had a lively conversation with Gaby later on, moving to where Olivia was to feel her skin. "She is a makeup artist and she will help change your look so you manage to stay incognito." "This gives me relief. But wait. Doesn't she have a family to go back to?" inquired Gaby. "She made this decision, honey. I didn't force her to. We ran a contest, and she knows everything about the plan." "Where will she stay for the meantime?" Gaby asked.

That little smile is taking everything from me, and I am seriously being swayed by him. Damian Shane Dawson is a real magnate, damn it.

he explained. Tate's grip on my hand tightened. "Grayson White? I spoke to him on the phone last week. He was giving me the update on that whole deal. I'm Alpha Tate Pines by the way. I apologize for my first impression. My mate and I were in a private quarrel before all of this," he said diplomatically. I rolled my eyes and took my hand away from his. "Actually, he was just being an asshole and I was being pissed," I corrected with a smug look. Kai chuckled and patted my back. "You're just like your mother.

"Good evening! This is the late nights with Tommy Hawks! Tonight, as promised, we have Gaby Taylor - Wright, live from their home, accepting our request for an interview." Tommy announced from his studio, walking as the cameras followed him. "As you may have heard, Gaby and her family had been through a difficult time, following an attack by an obsessed fan!" Tommy shook his head, hissing before resuming, "This resulted in Gaby's life and that of the child she carried, in danger."

Gabby scanned the table to make sure nothing was remaining even though her stomach was full, Fortunately, she had succeeded in finishing it all. She rubbed her stomach and then belched, it was at the sound of her belch that she remembered that people were watching her. She took the napkin on the table and wiped her mouth with it in an attempt to be ladylike and gentle. Stella cleared her throat and approached Gabby. “Come now madam, we've prepared another bath for you”. Stella said helping Gabby off the chair and back into her chambers where her bath was ready for her to use. Gabby had her bath and changed into a different silky gown, almost of the same design as the first but pink this time

I blurted, making my mother echo, “Daffodils? Who’s Daffodils?” Gabby narrowed her eyes at me and even bared her teeth in my direction. “Yes,” she snarled, clearly aggravated. “That was Diego.” I shook my head, confused. “Well, what the hell is he doing here?” She winced, and her face brightened with embarrassed color—or was that guilty color?—before she answered, “He works at Preston Estates. Obviously.” Yeah, but—Oh. Realization struck me like a thunderbolt. Daffodils had been the reason Gabby had been inside this very building on Halloween night.