Gabriel Holbrook Novels & Stories

Gaby inquired with precise ignorance. "She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife." "Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's. "Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

Julias his expression gets worried for a second, “He is in his room. Come I’ll show you.” Julias leaves her at his door, and she knocks before hearing a grumpy, “Come in.” Holly frowns because it is not like her brother to greet someone like that. She walks in and sees Gabriel sitting at a fireplace just staring at it. It looks like he hasn’t shaved for days. “Gabriel?” Holly asks unsure. Gabriel lifts his head in an instant and is next to Holly in a few steps. He takes her in his big arms and lifts her from the ground. “Oh, Holly I am so happy to see you, “ he says.

"I'm Gabriel Stone. But you can call me Gab." I just stared at him. Gabriel Stone. It was a strong name, yet simple. He didn’t look like an angel, and he didn’t have wings. He was just a man. A kind, protective man. “What’s your name?” Gab asked, leaning forward slightly. His blue eyes searched mine. I clasped my hands together but said nothing. Fear tightened in my chest. If I told him my name and explained everything, would he find out who Luke Paul was? Would he be afraid of Luke’s money and power and send me away?

This ritual was most effective because they could listen in on the rogues conversation and hear whatever they were saying. Damien turned his eyes and saw Ariel standing at the corner, their eyes clashed and he immediately looked away, to avoid ruining the ritual. Everything needed to be perfect, he needed everything to be perfect. "Tobias, I hereby bestow upon you Gamma of this pack," he said, as he slit his blood and dropped it on Tobias's forehead. Everyone gasped immediately because that was an unusual event. There hadn't been a gamma for a very long time, they were all surprised.

Her phone on the stool beside her rang and she picked it up, It was Vi. “Hey girl! What’s up? You wouldn’t believe I just got home. I talked to the Netflix guy and I was able to make a new arrangement for us. So how’s my baby doing?” “She’s fine.” Harmony replied in a low voice. “Wait, did Michael show up? How was it?” “No, he didn’t show up. Ichabod saved the day. He acted Michael’s part and everything was beautiful.” “Oh! Wow! Ichabod is really an angel right? You gonna tell me everything tomorrow.”

I had to be prepared to run away from this place if Gabriel gave me an incorrect answer. Gabriel was silent as he thought, no meaningful expression on his face other than a small frown between his thick eyebrows. His dark green eyes scanned the hotel room carpet beneath his feet. As the seconds ticked by, my heart beat quickened. He turned his head again to look at me. "May I know who will be involved?" Damn, I haven't thought of getting there yet. "One of them is an Enforcer member of my Pack. You may have heard of him ... Vincent Brooks."

His eyes met mine, cold and unreadable, as I stepped forward to confront him. "Gabriel, we need to talk," I said, my voice steady despite the unease churning in my stomach. "What are you doing here in Silverwood Falls?" Gabriel regarded me with a cool detachment, his expression betraying none of the secrets that lurked behind his steely facade. "I'm here on business, Miss Hawthorne. Nothing more, nothing less." But I wasn't convinced. There was something about Gabriel's demeanor, something hidden beneath the surface that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the weight of his gaze bearing down on me, as if he were peeling back the layers of my soul to reveal the truth hidden within.

“You’re too soft, Ambrose. That’s always been your problem. Rutherford’s just a man. And like any man, he can bleed. He can die.” I stared at him, horrified. “Are you seriously suggesting…? You can’t be planning to—” Gabriel shrugged, a devilish smile curling on his lips. “If it comes to that, I’ll do what needs to be done.” “You’re insane,” I whispered. He gave me one last smirk, pushed off the desk, and strolled toward the door. “You’re too weak to finish this, Ambrose. That’s why you need me. I'm the Hyde to your Jekyll. I'll do all your dirty work for you."

In his simple black tunic, his shoulders seemed impossibly broad, his presence consuming every inch of the space. “You’re still awake,” he said. His voice was a low rumble, devoid of the coldness I had expected. “I didn't think you were coming,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. Gabriel walked toward me, stopping only when the tips of his boots brushed the hem of my gown. He reached out, his large hand cupping my chin and tilting my face upward. His eyes weren't the icy blue of a killer; they were swirling storms of silver. “You knew what that weed was,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “It was just a random wildling weed, not the precious White Lotus Pearl weed. Why did

"Have Madison sabotage the deal. Get me the evidence I need. And Paul—look into Emilio. We need the missing pieces of this puzzle." Olivia watched her son with a satisfied gaze. "Good one, Tim. This plan is solid. But which investor do we have to serve as the replacement?" Tim’s eyes sparkled as if he’d been waiting for that specific question. "I have a friend—Gabriel. He’s a world-class actor, quiet, and extremely professional. He’ll play the role of the deep-pocketed saviour perfectly." Tim dialled the number. It rang once before a manly, chippy voice answered. "If it isn't the famous Tim Dorian!" Gabriel laughed.