Gabriel Holbrook Novels & Stories

At the age of 26, she had just returned from a research expedition to the A****n rainforest, where she had been studying the diverse flora and fauna. Gabriel Kelvin, son of Helen and Simon, possessed his father's sharp intellect and his mother's warm heart. His deep-set hazel eyes mirrored the depths of his compassion and his fiery spirit. A talented artist, Gabriel had forged his own path, capturing the essence of life on canvas. At 27, he had recently held his first solo art exhibition in the bustling city of New York, leaving the critics and art enthusiasts spellbound with his unique perspective.

GABRIEL I woke up in an unfamiliar bed with a pounding head, and according to my hazy memory, I had sex with a redhead whose legs curled in my stomach. The last time I found myself in a stranger’s bed, I saw my face plastered across the front page of a tabloid with the most outrageous title. Stark Apparel Inc. CEO, Gabriel Stark, Spotted in A Hotel with A Senator’s Daughter Having a Scandalous Affair!

The sight of the ordinary scene—the warmth of the kitchen, the clatter of utensils—brought an unexpected lump to her throat. As Gabriel placed a steaming plate in front of her, she said softly, “You remind me of him. My dad. The way you move, the way you take care of things… it’s like he’s still here.” Gabriel’s expression faltered for a moment before he gave her a faint smile. “He was a good man. The best I’ve ever known.” They ate in silence for a while, the conversation flowing naturally between memories of her parents and Gabriel’s work as a sorcerer. He explained that his abilities allowed him to sense the lingering traces of magical or supernatural events, and that Black Lake had been

He opened hus mouth to talk but Kylee turned and gave him a frown, a warning glare. “Uh, I don't... I can't remember sir, I'm sorry, he wasn't my friend, he just liked my sister..." Gabriel turned away from the window and stared at Ryan. " You're lying." He said coolly. Ryan swallowed. “His last name is Hoffman." " Gabriel please, leave him alone." Kylee said anxiously. Her voice sounded like a cry. “No, I'm not leaving him alone, not after what he did to My Cristela." Gabriel said opening the window and looking downstairs.

Gabriel Carter. _____________________________________

“To warn you. You think Vasquez was the monster. He was just the face. The people who burned your father’s unit down, they’re still out there. And they’re not fond of daughters with curious hands.” Her throat tightened, but she held his gaze. “Then they should’ve done a better job the first time.” He looked at her for a long moment, then smiled sadly. “You sound just like him.” And before she could respond, a voice broke through the night. “Wow, is this an intervention or a creepy ex thing?” Gabriel. He stepped out of the shadows like he’d been there the whole time, hands shoved in his pockets, jacket half-zipped, that infuriating smirk plastered across his face.

His hand went to the small holster inside his jacket. Then the screen above the platform blinked on. No warning. No login screen. Just static and then a voice. Low. Measured. Male. “I expected you earlier.” Ava didn’t flinch. Gabriel Hart’s voice hadn’t changed. It was calm the way ice is calm because it doesn’t care if you drown in it. She stood slowly, facing the camera in the ceiling. “You sound older,” she said. “You sound designed.” Luca stepped forward, but Ava held up a hand. She didn’t need backup.

“If you breathe and listen, you’ll get everyone across.” Warren stepped forward half a pace. “Who are you?” The man’s gaze returned to him. “Gabriel.” “Gabriel, what?” “Holt.” “Are you alone?” Gabriel looked at Warren for one long second. “No.” Warren’s grip shifted on his rifle. Rowan’s did not. Evelyn watched Gabriel carefully. He had answered without flinching. Without apology. Not exactly challenging, but not offering more than asked for. His posture remained open, hands visible, weight balanced. If he needed to move, he could.

Although he took this supermodel to the premiere of some movie. Is he famous or something? When I see his name my mouth goes dry. Gabriel Lockwood. I’m finally placing a face to the name. He’s never seen in magazines. He is a really private person apparently. Usually, we only see stuff about his siblings or his parents. Nothing really about him. He is always in the shadows. “River?” - I hear Jonah say and I look up at him giving him his phone back. “Sorry, I zoned out” - I say

"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,"