Gabe Morales Novels & Stories

Garren hissed. Leo's heart felt like it was breaking into frozen shards, his breath catching as the absolute horror of the words settled into his veins. He should have known a slum-born Omega could never keep the mountain king. He had been a fool, letting Selene Crowvale rob him of his birthright before, and now he had fallen directly into the lies of a predatory Alpha. Why did the Moon Mother allow him to be broken twice? "I just... I could not leave the valley without watching the Caldermere lord ruin one more weak wolf," Garren whispered, backing toward the exit.

It was almost nine in the evening. “A curse,” he muttered, shaking his head, walking to his small kitchen to grab a bottle of mineral water. “If the curse really existed, maybe he could help me with my data analysis assignment.” Siron chuckled to himself. Humor was his shield, always had been. Since childhood, he had been raised in fear of a Morat, a vengeful spirit betrayed by their royal ancestor, who swore to hunt every male descendant of their bloodline. But to Siron, it was all nonsense. He lived in the modern age, in GreenDolt, a city that, though steeped in legend, still functioned normally. There was no place for ghosts or shapeshifters in his life.

He grinned and Drake sighs. It is very bad to have low emotional quotient, this guy still can't get the clue, Drake rubbed his temple. He brought out a shaving cream, he apply before he proceeded to talk "First, she thought I'm a moron, second If those people who are attacking her got to know that I'm her husband, wouldn't I be her sugar daddy? And lastly you need to see a doctor, you are very lacking." George was very embarrassed, he rubbed the tips of his nose which has become a habit, before he could open his mouth to utter another word, the call was cut off.

He sinks his fingers on my shoulders. “Snap the fuck out of it, Lorena. That man never loved you. He used you like you were supposed to use him for information, but you ended up telling him everything you weren’t supposed to.” “No…” “I started to believe he has nothing to do with this shit, too, but he’s Alessandro Moravia. The motherfucker of all motherfuckers of manipulation. He almost got me, too. He surely got you.” “What—” My mind is such a mess of emotions and thoughts that I don’t know what to think or say.

“Maybe that’s the case, but don’t ever try to understand me, darling. I’m not a word in a dictionary, I can’t be explained in a sentence or two. Even I don’t know why I think like I do but I do believe that I was born to be this person. I was born to be killer, because if I wasn’t, then I simply wouldn’t be a killer. Other people’s callings are for them to be priests but mine was to be the kind of person who can take a life and not be haunted by it.” “You killed my family.” “Their killing was a consequence of your actions. Don’t say I didn’t warn you about trying to disobey you. You tried to run and I gave you three full days to come back and change your mind, but you never did. So they paid

“What the fuck is going on Morana?” She cleared her throat gently. “I’m fine. What do you want?” Haldir put his finger to his lip and then pointed it at her as he tried to bring her back to reality. “Is all this for me? You can’t back out on me now.” Mory shook her head and picked up her glass. “Don’t flatter yourself. I got demons bigger than you going on in my head right now.” Drumming his fingers on the table, Haldir watched Mory as she sipped her beer and licked her lips. “Why don’t you let me make you dinner? It looks like you’ve already had enough of that to last you awhile.”

“This Monet Morales, what did she really see?” North shook his head. “I…I can't tell you, Zamani. It will endanger you.” “I am danger itself, so man up and tell me. I can't help you off someone just because you asked me to.” “Okay, fine.” He straightened himself and took a deep breath in and out. “I went to collect a debt from someone. He is someone big, I mean he runs a few escort activities around Westwood and when I got there, he was all alone in the hotel room. After…you know, I decided to chop him up and all that, but all of a sudden, Monet Morales came out from nowhere and screamed, scaring me.” He paused for a moment to see the horror look on my face. He just openly admitted that he k

Not that we knew if he heard us or understood. Elder Morris conducted the services for us. His happiness is overflowing but he is a very traditional man and paid his due respects to every lost warrior. Many believe Elder Morris is quirky, and he is, but he is a very intelligent and wise man. Many times, he has visited me to offer words of encouragement and to trust in the Moon Goddess to bring Jared back to us. I enjoyed those visits. They revitalized me into trusting that Jared would come back to me.

"Please help me... He isn't like my son, the Brigor before. He changed a lot, He became rigid." "All I can do as a help is to calm him down every time he's in the verge of exploding in anger. I can't force him to come with you." "Please do everything, please change him. I'll give you money as a reward." "I don't need any reward sir, I'll do it wholeheartedly." "Thank you so much, sweetheart. By the way, what's your name?" "Carolina Benevolent De Guzman." "Oh! You're one of the De Guzmans?"