Gabriel Howell Novels & Stories

The garden's harmonics of anguish continued their transmission through the fabric of reality, not to any ears that would be moved by them because the cosmic machinery had no ears, because the decree had no capacity to receive the specific quality of what it was doing. Gabriel received it all. He was the messenger. He had been preparing a message for three weeks. He understood now that the message was not preparation anymore. It was urgent.

A fire was crackling in the fireplace, and soft music was playing from hidden speakers. "Sit," Gabriel said, guiding me to a plush sofa. I sat, and he settled beside me, leaving just enough space between us that we weren't quite touching, but close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. “What’s wrong, Gab?” I asked quietly. “I noticed you’ve not been yourself.” “Dax died,” he said with a painful smile. “Dax?” “My P.A,” he said tenderly. He was very young,g you know. I don’t even know how to begin with his mom, and no, please don’t say anything or console me. I’ll be fine.”

Gabriel sat heavily on an old wooden chair. For the first time since anyone had met him, he looked exhausted. Rebecca noticed his hands. They were trembling. "You've heard of the Raven before." It wasn't a question. Gabriel looked at her for a long time before answering. "I've spent most of my life trying to forget them." Sarah pulled out her notebook. "Start from the beginning." He nodded slowly. "I was twenty-four." "I'd just finished engineering school." "I thought Arthur Blackwood was the most dangerous man I'd ever meet."

" Anything you'd like. Wow me. “ Gabriel smiled and shut his eyes, his fingers wrapped around the neck of the violin while the right hand held the bow and his chin lay on the chin rest. His voice came like tranquil waters as he sang ‘’Take my heart’ while playing a waltz. His expression turned hard at every high and soft at every low, making Sydney mesmerized. A slight blush coated her cheeks as she watched him dreamily. How many hearts had he captured with such a beautiful voice and why would any woman think of killing herself over a man like Gabriel? Sydney sighed as Gabriel slowly ended the song with great scrupulousness. She didn't even realize she was leaning her head on the couch while

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

“There’s nothing bad about my condition right now anyway.” Gabriel raised his hand, removing his hearing aid inside his ear, his clear eyes looking at Melanie. “Look. The world is now at peace... And I enjoy it very much.” Melanie was astonished as she looked at him, frozen. He really was a special prodigy. “However, in order to make you feel better, I’ll give you all that old information, my beautiful doctor,” Gabriel said and put his hearing aid back on. Then, he glanced at the living room with disdain. “I’ll leave from the side door. I’m not going in.”

She was the perfect complement to Theo, making them an unstoppable duo. “Just reach out to me with quantity, sizes, and specifications. We can definitely accommodate many things. I’ll email you a list of the things we can add. Elle was the one who got me to make Brynn’s specifically even though she didn’t tell me who it was for,” Gabriel explained. That guy was fucking brilliant. I had been blown away with the shit he designed. Following the apprenticeship with their Weapons Division, Gabriel became one of the leading inventors. Our pack did not have a Weapons Division because we just utilized Nightshade for that. Gabriel was always eager to develop things for us.

Gabriel looks at me with his smile and back to the press while caressing my waist. "Isabella Montenegro is the head of tonight's charity. And yes, she is my girlfriend, the love of my life." And he pulls me to him and kisses me, pushing me softly so my body is a little bent backward. I know Gabriel's purpose. He wants the press to get a good pose like some models, so later he can ask the press to send it to him and he will put it for his background screen. Gabriel Remington and his childish side. ***

They only knew me as Evelyn Summers, award-winning designer. After an awards ceremony, I received a phone call from the prison. A guard told me Gabriel was dying. Six months ago, he'd gotten into a fight, and someone had broken his spine, leaving him paralyzed. Now complications had set in, and the doctors said he only had days left. His dying wish was to see me one last time, so I agreed to go. When I saw Gabriel again, I barely recognized him. He lay in the infirmary bed, emaciated, a sour stench clinging to him. When he saw me enter, a flicker of life returned to his clouded eyes.

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.