Gabe From Unspeakable Novels & Stories

’ She says. ‘But the baby, I can't risk it.’ She replies. ‘I can shield the baby, just do it.’ She growls. ‘Are you sure?’ she asks, terrified. ‘I said I can, so yes.’ Zinna is very confident before she starts whispering in a foreign language. ‘aizsargāt to, kas nav dzimis, pasargāt to no nezināmā spēka’ I have no idea what she is saying but she seems to know what she is doing. Crescenda comes forward.

"But dude, I said I'm sorry. It hasn't gotten to this" "Of course it has. You know I forgot to add the phrase, 'again' to my first sentence. You know this is the third time you'll be doing this shit. I've caught you twice and I spared you 'cause you promised you weren't gonna do this shit anymore, but here you are caught red handed. You deserve to rot in hell, man. You fucking know that when you take these things, it's gonna cause a glitch in the sales and what's worse? You'll become a traitor to X-habit. Scratch that! You're already one. Move your broke ass upstairs" "But man-"

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I-- "Hello, I-I'm sorry for interrupting, but I'm such a big fan. I came from the University of Alabama, and I just want you to know that I value your cause... 100%. Nobody back home could speak up the way you did. I couldn't speak up in the way you did. In fact, my parents don't even know that I applied to be a part of this lab. I'm working up the courage to tell them. Anyway, you inspire me, and I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done."

𝗛𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲. "Zannicus, I need your help. I know-.....that it isn't a good time but-.....I just want to do something for him." 𝗜 𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱, 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀. "For Gabe?"

tell I know for sure. Gage: Fuck Kai, did you get some kind of STD? Me: Fuck off Gage... just meet me at the apartment around lunch.

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On W******p, an audio message from an unknown number appeared to me as soon as I opened the app. "Good night, Tasha... I'm Izabel, Beatrice's mother, whom you might know as Pink Summer... She told me about her desire for an appointment to read gypsy letters... Could you send me an audio with at least three questions you would like to ask the universe?"”

Maeve and Dougal almost throw down over an accidental shoulder bump, and that’s when Gabriel decides it’s time for a chat. “Hot take, fam,” he says, clapping his hands. “Gather round. Uncle Gabe’s got some tea to spill. The reason y’all wanna unalive everyone is your Throne heem—makes you feel hella pressed to yeet people through walls. God vibes are off, and that gives you mad BDE.” We all stare at him. “…What the absolute fuck did he just say?” I ask first, bless me. Michael sighs. “Gabriel spent the last century on Earth. He speaks fluent human slang. And refuses to stop.”

Gabe plopped onto the cot beside me with a rough grunt, his hip popping as the tension melted from his body. "You've got more going on than any little wolf should. Poisoning, manipulation, malnutrition, a hidden alpha, and now prophetic dreams?" he huffed, shaking his head before resting it in the palms of his hands. "You're a mixed bag of crazy. What'dya see this time? More dead goldfish you shouldn't know the names of? Who stole Marcel's slice of fruit tart from dinner last night?"