Gabe Morales Novels & Stories

Eros said confidently. He read more than a few things about the Golem race that night. He learned that the Golem are very loyal to their people and never abandon one of their own if he is in trouble. No one knows what position Morris holds in their group, but based on how he could stop one of his brothers to stop from hurting Iris, Eros understood that he plays a key role. Slowly Morris began to gain conscience. He blinked his eyes repeatedly to clear his eyes. He looked around and is confused to find himself tied to a chair. But when his gaze landed on Iris, who is standing beside the king of the Were kingdom, he understood that he was tricked.

The drama got so interesting, to the extent I did not notice when I quietly stepped into the bedroom and stood in a corner, as I watched and listened to Mora and Amos without saying a word. Mora grabbed Amos by his shirt. “Listen here… what's with all the complaints, huh? What are you trying to prove? Tell me. What point are you really trying to prove, Amos?”. “Simply because I lost only a little money in the casino? I have told you… I am going back there tonight and will definitely win everything back. So, you don't have to worry about anything and quietly remain by my side”. Mora said to Amos, smiling like a maniac, with pure greed written all over her eyes.

“He’s dead.” He exhales through his nose, slow and controlled. “Good.” I flinch at the sharpness of it and finally turn to face him. “He was still a person,” I said quietly. “He was a monster,” Morris snaps. “One who raped women, disrespected you, threatened to steal our children and then kidnapped my wife and child.” “I know that,” I say, my voice trembling. “But he was still—” “Don’t,” he interrupts. “Don’t start defending him.”

"Every time someone uses Aimee for sex, that's how she feels. Each and every time she makes someone cum, she's doing the most moral thing imaginable." "Wow. Is that why it feels so..." "...right? Yup. After just a few days of exposure to the morality field, that's how you feel. Imagine what it's like being her." There was another long silence, as Liam reflected on Cedric's words. "Hang on," he said, as a worrying thought struck him. "This is all against my own morality. Like, my own...original morality. Isn't that...bad?" Cedric shot Liam a wry look. "That's above my pay grade, I'm sorry to say. I'm a physicist, not a philosopher."

By the look in her eyes, he could see she had trouble swallowing the cliché. He sipped his beer again and then pointed at her with the tip of the bottle. "Nothing wrong with faith, but I prefer a less detailed version of morals." He settled the bottle between his legs, holding it with both hands. "Murder is not a very moral action except, say, in self-defense or to protect one's loved ones. Rape is immoral, but to me, sex isn't. It's the motive behind something that makes it right or wrong. Not necessarily the action. I don't like people trying to force me into their mold when what I'm doing isn't hurting them."

he groaned. "Shhh! That’s just water, not oil. But I can pour oil next if you don’t tell me who ordered you to kill me," I warned him. "I don’t know what you’re talking about," he replied. "Wrong answer," Agent R said and poured oil on the lower part of the man's body. "I’ll ask again—who ordered you to kill me?" I repeated. I saw him flinch in pain, then finally speak. "D-Danica Morales. She ordered me to kill you so she could fully have Dave Mondragon Santiago to herself."

Morris stammers. “That’s right. You’re gonna wish you never met it once you lay an eye on it, so why don’t you tell us what Emily wanted you to do?” His voice is calm, but I can see that the back of Tristan’s neck is about to explode from the tension in his muscles and tendons. In a soft voice, Morris confesses, “Emily offered me money to… kill… the Breeder… and her babies.” “Our babies,” I clarify. I hear Eli swear behind him.

With the wolfsbane in his system, he doesn't heal as fast. -"If you are here, who's the other guy?" I ask, confused. -"A copycat. I can't believe you guys got tricked by such a bad-looking copy. I am much handsome. Right, babe?" He forces a weak giggle. Now, this is the real Morris. His humor sets him apart from anyone else out there. He is injured yet still manages to pull out a joke. -"Can't believe they fooled us so easily, and you have been here captive all this time. I am truly sorry." I say incredulously, not knowing what else to say.

He mockingly stated – causing the members of the Moon Howlers Pack to clench their jaws. They were infuriated because of the way he insultingly said those words. It didn’t add up that he thinks of this like a simple situation – and not just a matter of life and death. This was just so ruthless. Well, that wasn’t surprising anymore, anyway. Samael Morfran is a representation of all the evilness that once could get. “Shut the hell up!” Hunter uttered – his voice was laced with dripping anger as he said those words with emphasis.

My voice is dry. “Agent Morales,” he repeats, his tone icy. “Where is he?” “I…” I hesitate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He nods. “Right.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small, clear plastic bag. Inside is a phone—a burnt phone. He places it on the table, and the moment I recognize it, I freeze. It’s Morales’s phone. ##########