Gabriel Daum Novels & Stories

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Gabriel’s POV From: Gabriel Storm To: Clairessa Hartwood Subject: Project Update Clairessa, How’s the Gemia project going? Have you and Nicole come up with a solid plan yet? Best regards, Gabriel Storm I leaned back in my chair, waiting for her reply. The tension in my chest grew. I shouldn’t be this eager, but with her, I couldn’t help it. A soft chime broke the silence. From: Clairessa Hartwood

David protested. "Not to me. You've all passed the test excellently. Well, George passed excellently, about average. As I was saying, we have a mission at hand. Gabriela and I collaborate, in a way. She's the boss, as you know, and she needed a team to stay. Her trusted ones are accompanying her on a mission, and you guys came to my mind." "Can we be done with this, please?" muttered Daniela. "Oh, Rivera, please."

My chest twisted because, God, I wanted to believe he meant it, that he cared, but this was Damian. The same guy who ruined me with a stupid bet. The same guy who made me feel all the feels, I should be used to his game by now. It's the exact same pattern as last time. “Damian—” I started, but then the door opened and the room shifted again. Gabriel walked in. His hair was a mess, like he’d run his hands through it a thousand times, his backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder. His eyes swept the class before stopping right on me. On Damian. On the bottle of juice sitting on my desk.

Then he turned toward Nicolai. “I'd also like to personally thank CEO Moreau.” I nearly rolled my eyes. “For allowing Rosewood—and me personally—to become part of what I genuinely believe will be one of the most profound changes in modern medical history.” I scoffed beneath my breath. “Quite the fucking actor.” Because I had seen the way Gabriel looked at that man thirty minutes ago. He didn't want to thank Nicolai Moreau. He wanted to throw him through a fucking window. “And finally…” There it was. Gabriel turned toward Nova. “I want to thank Nova.”

He wasn’t expecting to see the name ISABELLA MOREAU He stared at the monitor, his reflection dim against the light of the code scrolling by. The name looked unreal, like a ghost reaching out from a part of his life he had long buried. But the evidence was there timestamps, digital footprints that led to a private server tied to her foundation in Paris and she still has access to the knights servers .... Gabriel was standing beside him, arms crossed, brow furrowed as the tech explained the trail. When he saw Adrian’s face go pale, his own hardened. “Tell me I’m reading that wrong.”

A deep frown marred Roy’s features, “I did not know you are now on speaking terms with him.” Caleb shook his head, “I’m not…I wasn’t, although, the information he was so kind enough to relay to me, may be enough to warrant that I speak to him on occasion henceforth.” “What information is this?” Caleb looked between Rinaldi and Roy, the two people he could most be vulnerable with, “Apparently, Gayle is on a mission to find willing parties to my destruction.” Roy stood a bit stiffer, but Rinaldi had no reaction to the information, as though he had said nothing out of the ordinary, “She contacted Nolan?” Rinaldi asked.

" Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers " " Wow. That's a huge money " a lady mutters in the colly room. " The surgeon he had called upon goes by the man Doc Shetty. He is known for performing the most successful face switched and voices. He won an awards last year for being the best on Earth. His demands however is... On the high path " Maximo let out a sigh at this. Now the puzzle has fallen into place for hi

I’m standing outside waiting for fucking Valerie because the asshole hurried me up to now take his sweet ass time, when Vic returns. “Salim was just picked up for trying to hack into the FBI database” he hands me the list of possible candidates again and I pick again. "Damian Delacort, Samantha Shae and YS Jailbird bring those three in if they are looking for employment with amazing fucking pay after they swear in. I want them to set up a new system with palm readers I want this place tricked out in tec" he nods his head in understanding and again kisses the top of my head before leaving me.

Gabriel stepped inside, taking in the tension between us in one quick glance. "Bad timing?" he asked carefully. "Yes," I said at the same time Damien said, "No." Gabriel sighed like he'd seen this coming. "Great." He walked over and checked my chart, his expression professional but his eyes sharp. "You're stable. Stress-related collapse. You need rest and absolutely no drama." I almost laughed at that. "Good luck with that." "Exactly," Gabriel said, nodding at me like we'd reached an understanding. He turned to Damien. "We need to talk outside."