Gabriel Daum Novels & Stories

“I know everything, Damien. I know that you are the only son of Lucifer. I also know why he is interested in Synestra. I know more about his plan than you. Did he tell you who her parents are?’ What did he mean? She is just a human right? “How do you know any of this? Who are you? Is this why you have been trying to get close to her? If you were smart you wouldn't mess with her knowing the only son of Lucifer has warned you to stay away.” I warned him. “I am not afraid of you Damien. Your power doesn't begin to equal mine. I will have Synestra for myself and you will stay away from her.” He smiled and a bright light began to shine all around him as large white wings sprang from his back. It

This ritual was most effective because they could listen in on the rogues conversation and hear whatever they were saying. Damien turned his eyes and saw Ariel standing at the corner, their eyes clashed and he immediately looked away, to avoid ruining the ritual. Everything needed to be perfect, he needed everything to be perfect. "Tobias, I hereby bestow upon you Gamma of this pack," he said, as he slit his blood and dropped it on Tobias's forehead. Everyone gasped immediately because that was an unusual event. There hadn't been a gamma for a very long time, they were all surprised.

I had no idea what input I was to give to that conversation but Lilika was playing nice and I planned to keep that going up until I had devoured my cake thereby keeping my promise and getting the hell out of here. "About Samuel," Doria cut in, malicious as ever. It was a wonder that that apology had left her mouth. Her face was menacing and I got the hint that I needed a thick skin if I dared to listen to what would come out of her mouth. "Hats wrong with him? It isn't terminal, is it?" "No," I assured her, slicing a piece of my cake whilst facing her. "He has aplastic anemia." Suddenly, I didn't feel so guilty about what had transpired between Nikolas and me. This bitch deserved everything

My gaze flew towards my father, who was held back by five other wolves. "You care about her life more than you care about your own don't you?" My voice held pure disgust. "I've never loved your mother!" My hands grew tighter, and Gabriela gasped for more air. My father's eyes turned wild and he tried to break loose but was pushed back yet again. "I fell out of love with your mother when Oscar was born!" The more he talked, the tighter my hands grew around her throat. "She even knew herself. She knew I wasn't in love with her anymore."

I follow the blonde, evading her hand when she tries to link it through my arm. “Cain, finally.” Darius is sitting at the table next to a blonde boy, but Flame is nowhere to be seen. He gestures to the blonde boy. “This is Damien and I assume you’ve met Gale and Ollie. There’s also Emery and Leila…” He emphasises the last name, as if to remind me that Flame is using her middle name with the humans. “Have just popped upstairs to get their jackets.” “Here.” Gale places a plate down on the table and pats the chair. Some sort of filled tortilla’s are on the plate and they smell amazing.

Damien belongs only to me. "Take me to the secret research institute. I have a good number of numbers that would love to become their subjects," The driver, Gabriel, nodded. Don't worry, he knows every place around here, even the most secluded areas in America. I curve my lips, unable to stop an ominous smile from forming. What would he do if I tell the whole world exactly what kind of animal he is? His whole pack is going down with him, that's for sure. He must have forgotten how I could make him drop down on his two fucking knees and beg me for my love, or mercy.

Gabriel said, but his voice had lost its usual steadiness. “No?” Adrian said. “Because Marcus here used to work for Helena Moreau, and you, Gabriel, have made three unexplained trips to her private office in the last two years. I checked.” Damien’s hand found my arm, steadying me as much as himself. “Gabriel, is that true?” Gabriel didn’t answer right away. The silence stretched long enough that it answered the question on its own. “Gabriel,” Damien said again, quieter this time, more dangerous. “Is that true?”

“You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?” Elena’s face burned. “I’m fine. What do you need?” Damon’s lips curved into a cold smile. “I need you to stop pretending you didn’t cum like a slut on my fingers in that alley. Sit down and take notes.” All day he was worse than usual , more demanding. But every time she bent over to grab a file, his eyes devoured her ass. Every time she crossed her legs, he stared at her thighs like he wanted to spread them right there.

“Gabriel’s lucky to have you.” My skin prickles with irritation. I force myself to keep a cool exterior, but I’m seething underneath. I want to rip his insincerity to pieces. But I don’t. Instead, I just stare at him, narrowing my eyes. “I’m sure he knows how lucky he is,” I retort, my voice carrying just the right amount of challenge. I feel Gabriel tense beside me. He’s not a fan of Damon, I can tell. He speaks without hesitation, flat and unamused. “Damon works for Montclair Enterprises. My father’s company,” Gabriel says, the words almost too casual.

But now I can feel my strength has improved. "Meet Gabriel Jones; he's going to be your private tutor for French and Spanish. He has already signed an NDA," Joel said, introducing the scholarly-looking young man. Gabriel was handsome: thick brows, chiselled jaw, sharp nose, and nice hair; he looked like a sexy professor who had stepped out of a manhwa, but he still paled in comparison to Cassian. ‘Ugh… Focus… Yvette! Why am I thinking of Cassian in front of my tutor?’