Gabriel Holbrook Novels & Stories

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?"

He noticed my hands trembling and gently placed his palm on my lap, calming me. “Thank you,” I said quietly, looking into his eyes with a grateful smile. “Don’t look at me like that. Don’t smile like that, pumpkin. You’re tormenting me,” he said, voice low. Gabriel is devastatingly handsome—almost unreal. Those piercing blue-hazel eyes, the jet-black hair pulled into a low bun, the meticulously groomed beard... God, help me. He’s dangerously perfect. And when he talks or smiles, that single dimple on his left cheek appears, effortlessly pulling me deeper under his spell. I’m drowning in his gaze.

Honestly, Gabriel is the only adult I can tolerate, if he can even be considered an adult. “I’m here now.” Gabriel said, as he pulled his pants up, clearly having just shifted back. He pulled a white shirt on, thankfully not staying topless. Gabriel was handsome, but seeing him any other way than like a brother made me gag. He had caramel tan skin, and large chocolate eyes with brown ringlets on top of his head to match. He always sported a soft expression on his face that just invited you in.

I said yes before she finished the sentence. What I didn’t expect was her fiance's older brother. Gabriel Callahan is thirty-four to my thirty-one, six-three to my five-six, and carries himself like someone who’s never once doubted he belongs exactly where he stands. Dark hair that always looks a little too long, green eyes that seem to see straight through small talk, a pointed jaw, and the way he makes every room stiff when he walks into it. He is the kind of man who doesn’t need to raise his voice to command attention; people just lean in anyway.

Gabriel Brooks – Psychiatrist. My palms were damp. ‘You’re just here to talk,’ I told myself. ‘Try it out. If it’s not for you, just walk away." I was about to knock when the door opened. "Goodbye, Mr. Weston. I’ll see you next week," Gabriel said to an older man stepping out. I quickly moved aside. When he turned and spotted me, his expression softened into a smile. "Ah, Amelia. Good timing—I just wrapped up. Would you like to come in?"

The mention of a name that had never crossed my path left me disoriented, and I sought to clarify the connection. "Anna is Gabriel's best friend. She's joining us for breakfast," Gabriel's mother answered, her tone laced with a hint of amusement. The revelation caught me off guard; I hadn't been privy to the existence of a female best friend in Gabriel's life. The realization that he had kept this aspect hidden from me sent a twinge of disappointment through me. I had always believed in transparency, considering secrets as corrosive forces that could erode the foundation of a relationship.

Gabriel saw the fear in her eyes and anger surged in him. Sydney saw an uncertain kind of emotion in Gabriel's eyes. Whatever it was, it scared the shit out of her. Gabriel focused his attention on the man bull before him. “ My identity isn't important but I do know who you are.” He walked into the room. The sound of his footsteps brought a strange feeling to Caleb. “ Caleb. Morgan. Riley. I know you graduated from Yale. You used to play hockey as a teenager but were kicked out of the team because of drug addiction. I know you, Caleb Morgan.” A wicked smile grazed Gabriel's lips.

Like I had just hit something he didn’t expect me to question. Then he laughed again. But this time it was different. Quieter. Darker. “You really don’t know,” he said, almost to himself. My wolf stirred. “He’s about to say something important.” I stayed still. Listening. Watching. “Of course they wouldn’t tell you,” Gabriel continued, pacing slowly now, his hands running through his hair like he was trying to organize thoughts that didn’t sit right even with him, “they needed you clean… untouched… perfect for the role.”

"Excellent. A testament to the efficacy of the Echo Protocol. A regrettable necessity for the prototype, but a successful demonstration nonetheless." He turned from the monitors, his attention now solely on the figure standing before him. **Gabriel**. Pale, tall, utterly still. Dressed in simple, dark clothing, he seemed to absorb the light around him rather than reflect it. His hollow eyes were fixed on Wren, not with deference or curiosity, but with a perfect, unblinking awareness. "You have been awakened, Gabriel," Wren's voice was almost tender, a stark contrast to his usual cold precision. "The world has become... messy. Filled with the inconvenient truths of attachment, the chaotic unp

It was no news that Nolan was always ready to welcome anyone who had some diabolical plan against Caleb, especially if said person was a part of his pack, it explained why Gayle had been able to get an audience with him as soon as she presented herself to the guards. She was ushered into the throne room where Nolan was already seated and waiting “Alpha.” The guard that had escorted her bowed, “Here is the female” he said Alpha Nolan was an imposing man, standing at a staggering 6ft.5”, his build was sturdy and muscular, very much similar to Roy, he had a wild mane of red hair atop his head, a testament to his mother’s Irish ancestry, he was considered a handsome man by many, not in the conve