Gabriel Daum Novels & Stories

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

As soon as Diana entered, he contacted Cedric. “How did it go?” [The man in whose picture you sent me is named Robert William, a construction worker. He has a criminal record for domestic violence and was divorced from his wife just one week ago. However, before the divorce, he applied for mediation but it was unsuccessful because his wife was traumatized that she would be abused again]. “Is there any more info?” [I'm sorry, that man's wife is mute. He is currently being processed by the police. I will take care of it so that he gets the punishment he deserves.”]

"He's dangerous, Ivy. More dangerous than you know. And he's not working alone." "What do you mean?" Eleanor's voice was sharp. "What do you know?" Gabriel was quiet for a long moment. Then he said, "I know everything. I've known for five years." I stared at him. "What are you talking about?" "Five years ago, I was Damian's head of security." Gabriel's voice was heavy, weighted with guilt. "I was at the gala the night he fell. I saw what happened." "You saw it?" Ivy demanded. "You saw Victor push him, and you didn't say anything?"

They have a child together," I said remembering Damian calling me earlier this morning to tell of the new development. "Really?" She asked. "Yeah" I nodded, as I found myself lost in thoughts if anything I need to be always around Damian before he goes changing or transferring his will to this newfound son of his. "If so, you don't have a problem, you rather just get yourself insurance. Sophia said as I looked at her, confused as to what she meant. I was about to ask her to explain when Gabriel came in followed by his bodyguard. Gabriel is the typical example of the devil's advocate. His very presence commands fear and terror.

Gabriel reasoned. "Are you keeping another secret from me, handsome prince?" Gabriel rolled his eyes. As if he was thinking of some things he could say to Ananas-his wife. "Besides being an alcoholic, I'm also an aggressive person." "That's what you do when you approach me," Ananas replied, making Gabriel laugh. "So, what did you get out of talking to Dad?" "Many. Just which side you want to translate it from." "Is this about Barten Skovovich?"

Slick silver hair, tailored suit, and a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Damon Draven,” he greeted, voice smooth. “And the beautiful Sarah Len. I’ve heard about you.” Sarah didn’t flinch. “We’ve heard about you too.” Gabriel sat, unfazed. “Then I imagine this isn’t a social call.” Damon slid the tablet across the table, playing a short snippet of audio: Gabriel’s voice, discussing account transfers with Katrina. For the first time, Gabriel’s smile faded. “You’ve been busy,” he murmured.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

“What do you mean?” Gabriel leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’ve spent most of my life as a scholar, studying the arts of sorcery and the balance of nature. I lived as a hermit, traveling from place to place. I’ve met women who caught my attention, sure, but none of it ever lasted. Relationships aren’t exactly my forte.” Diego studied him, his frustration giving way to curiosity. “So what drove you? Why dedicate your life to nature? What do you get out of it?”

"What are you talking about? Of course not, why would I have such? Ava, it's nothing important, let's forget about it." "Then you should leave me alone and don't try talking to me again." I rolled my eyes at him and tried to leave, but he held me back. "Hold on, I'll tell you about it." "Good, I'm all ears," I stared at him, watching him dig his fingers into his hair, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he was fighting with his inner self. "Gabriel was a once involved in the Mafia, and I happen to have some videos of him torturing some traitors, it's very raw and dark and I know he would never want you to lay eyes on it,"

She wiped Isabel’s injured body clean with a wet towel and waited for the doctor’s arrival. Xavi returned with the doctor, who did a thorough check up on Isabel and confirmed that she was in a coma, but he admitted that he wasn’t certain how soon she would regain her consciousness. Paulina’s sadness turned to happiness on hearing the news. She believed there was a glimmer of hope in her daughter’s case because Isabel was a strong werewolf.