Gabriel Daum Novels & Stories

"Oh yes. Gabriel is a cardiologist, although he stepped away from medical practice a few years ago." The doctor leaned back in surprise and then asked: "What is his full name?" "Gabriel Monteiro." Dr. Henrique broke into a wide smile and exclaimed: "Gabriel Monteiro? I can’t believe it! We studied together in medical school in São Paulo! We lost touch after graduation, but I always admired him. He was one of the best in our class." "What a coincidence, doctor!" Dona Amélia said, surprised but pleased. Dr. Henrique picked up a pen and a notepad.

I scanned the first few lines a thousand times, the words tilting and blurring as if my eyes refused to accept them: \ I am reaching out on behalf of Davidson & Co. with an urgent request for purchase of the remaining company shares. Given the financial strain and ongoing debt crisis, I believe it is in everyone’s interest to proceed quickly with the acquisition to salvage what is left. Please I will expect your positive response as I am badly in need at the moment.\ There was a signature at the bottom. Gabriel’s. His name, his style, the same little upward flick on the G that only he wrote.

“I’m not asking, Dad.” I looked at Liam. His hands were shaking but he held eye contact with Desmond. He was determined and I had told him if he wasn’t willing to step up with the consequences, that he should wait. “What do you mean you’re not asking. I’m your father. Who do you think will be paying for…” “I got a four year scholarship through the Guild. They found my dissertation on the benefits and capabilities of ley lines to be worth covering my tuition. They offered me a full ride and the option for a Masters.”

At the age of 26, she had just returned from a research expedition to the A****n rainforest, where she had been studying the diverse flora and fauna. Gabriel Kelvin, son of Helen and Simon, possessed his father's sharp intellect and his mother's warm heart. His deep-set hazel eyes mirrored the depths of his compassion and his fiery spirit. A talented artist, Gabriel had forged his own path, capturing the essence of life on canvas. At 27, he had recently held his first solo art exhibition in the bustling city of New York, leaving the critics and art enthusiasts spellbound with his unique perspective.

He must have forgotten that we were all born in the same womb simultaneously, so I’m just as dominant as them. “Is there a problem here?” I heard Gabriel ask behind me. I turned and saw him standing there, his arms crossed in front of his grey t shit covered chest, a pair of black jeans hanging on his waist. His soft, light brown hair was slightly damp from the shower he had just taken. “It has nothing to do with you, Angel,” Deo growled out between clenched teeth. Gabriel rolled his shoulders and clenched his teeth as he walked directly next to me. “If it concerns Ms. Daria, it has everything to do with me.”

“Okay, I called to tell you my plans on how to deal with that rat, Adrian Knight.” I met his gaze evenly. “Good, because he's already trying to fight for full custody of Nova. And he's... involved with someone so…insignificant. Insulting me and what I stand for.” Gabriel's grip on the club tightened. “Oh, the student?” I blinked. “You know about her?” “Of course I do.” He exhaled sharply through his nose. “Doyle's been keeping me updated.” That gave me pause. Wait, Professor Doyle—Adrian's colleague, the one who messed up my previous plans—was working for Gabriel?

Gabriel glanced at them. "What's your name, Kuya handsome?" the little girl asked eagerly. "Do I know you, Mister? You're not familiar to me, are you one of the newly members of Elite boys?" she's hesitant to ask. “You can call me Gabby, but my full name is Gabriel Venturri. And I’m not a new member of Elite boys, I don't have any idea about it." Smiled at them to ease up their tensions. "I’m here for my business ventures with Brandt James Salvatierra. Actually, I’m on my way to Elite Cafè for our meeting.“ trying to explain but Marish didn't care about it.

The lawyer beside Gabriel quickly began negotiating the compensation with Prospectus Technology's legal representative. Once they agreed on the amount, the Prospectus Technology lawyer returned to the company to inform Damon. Damon's expression remained cold. "He can afford to pay hundreds of millions?" Previously, Damon had investigated Gabriel and discovered that he was merely a researcher for a pharmaceutical company in Meristate. Regardless of his capabilities, it was unlikely he had accumulated such a fortune in just a few years. The lawyer handed Damon a check. "Mr. Sumner, this is the check Gabriel has issued."

I hold on firmly to the cabinet so that I wouldn't lose my balance. "Ego Bastiana consecro et benedico istum circulum per nomine Dei Altissimi, in hec scripta, ut sit mihi et omnibus scutum et protectio Dei Fortissimi, Elohim Invictus, protestatis gerum contra hexes spiritus. In nomine Dei Patres, Dei Felii, et Dei Spiritus Sancti, Amen!"

I slowly went to sit on the sofa, on the spot where he was sitting some time ago. I stared at the first book. A yellowed cover, almost a few decades old, lay inconspicuously on top of the other books. I should divert my mind. What if Janet’s vision is wrong? I have never met an oracle until today, but I have heard that not everything they say is written in stone. Having nothing better to do or think about, I picked up the first book titled ‘Renaud pack’s Rise and Fall’ which was written by Al Mauvin.