Gabriel Daum Novels & Stories

“ I am so happy for both of you. I never thought I would see the day Nikolai would love anyone as much he loved his work, you know. We were all shocked to see him married. “ He said. I knew he was referring to the other dons. He and Esposito were the only dons we had invited to our second wedding. “ Really? “I asked, remembering what Viv had said. She had said almost the same thing. “ Yes. I hope my son has the same fate. “ Romano said. Instinctively, we both looked to where he was to see him dancing with Corinna. They were laughing, much to our surprise. We expected to see them flirting. I was just as shocked as Romano. “ Who is that girl Maximo? “ Romano asked. “ Corinna. She is my assista

Soft at first. Then louder. Gabriel's smile faded. "What is it?" Samuel opened his eyes. "You've finally made a mistake." The laughter stopped. Samuel held out his hand. "Give me the photograph." Damian returned it. Samuel raised it high enough for everyone to see. Then he pointed to the date printed in the corner. "Look carefully." The Auditor stepped closer. His eyes narrowed. Then... He smiled. Gabriel's expression changed. Only slightly. But Samuel noticed.

Observing Gabriel, he was a foot taller than me, with brown hair that matched his brown eyes, and a friendly face wore a wide pleasant smile. “I’m Estelle Sandoval, but I’m guessing you already knew that.” “Yeah,” he chuckled lightly, “I work here as Eric’s liaison.” My body stilled at the mention of his name. How long was hearing Eric’s name going to have this effect on me, I was growing tired of it. Gabriel should know about me and Eric, but from the look on his face, he didn’t seem judgemental about me being with Adonis. He just seemed like a really nice guy.

The reply came quickly: Hi, beautiful girl with sad eyes. Celina laughed out loud, feeling something warm her heart. She typed: What are you doing? Gabriel replied with a photo of a lit stage in an elegant bar in an upscale neighborhood of São Paulo. Below the image was the question: Would you like to see me sing live?

I see Damian clenching his fist together, tapping his foot impatiently, and making agitated movements in the back seat. “Damian. Did they say anything to you when you were captured?” He doesn’t answer me. “Damian, I need you to speak to me. What did they say to you?” “I have nothing to say, Arthur. My mother was killed right before my eyes. All I want to do now is to kill those motherfuckers.” He tells me in a cold, hard tone. This is the kind of anger that I need from him. He will do anything to support and take down our enemy and his mother’s killer, Dr Reyes.

Was I really going to do this just to avenge my old self? . . . I was relaxing by the pool when a convoy of exotic cars arrived in my father’s compound. I took off my sun shades to see properly who the visitor was. Gabriel Damasco. “How dare you, Imelda!?” He growled as soon as he was out of his car and walked angrily to me. He was in one of his expensive Prada business suits—the devil wears Prada and Gabriel Damasco was a handsome Devil at that. “I assume you have received the papers from Hernandez.”

"This is containment strategy. Someone else is drawing these lines." "Gabriel?" I asked. Her finger stopped. "Gabriel." The name left her mouth with a weight that told me she knew more about Damien's brother than I expected. "He is the planner. Always has been. Damien is the weapon. Gabriel is the hand that aims it." She straightened and turned to face me. Our bodies were close. Too close for the size of this room. Her shoulder brushed my chest and the contact sent heat racing down my spine. "If Gabriel is directing the strategy then you are not fighting one enemy" she said. Her hazel eyes locked onto mine and the intensity behind them made my heart stutter. "You are fighting two. And Gabrie

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“How was it possible for my father to be working with a man like him? If you claim that he is as dark as…?” “Your father worked with those who we benefited from. No matter what the reason was, the price was, who the person was, and what they did. Bartolomeo has functioned himself to shut his humanity off a long time ago.” Mario said, answering her. She shook her head, clearly wanting to refuse believing what her grandfather was telling her. And I had to admit, even I was both confused and baffled by what we were learning when it came to what Cosimo was doing, and I knew the darkness that my father was often willing to have.

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."