Gabriel Howell Novels & Stories

Alpha Gabriel whispered slowly in Gabbro’s ears. “Why are you speaking so softly, Gabriel? I just can’t listen to you. Why do you want to hide your wolf from Ella? Let her know of my presence. You should be introducing me to her instead. Ah! She looks so damn pretty, and you rude man! You have hurt her tender soul. I will never forgive you for your action, Gabriel.” Gabbro complained again.

Eleanor's POV On hearing my quest, she was stunned and was silent for a while. Then she said, “I would get angry if other people asked me this question like that, but you are my daughter, you have every right to question me.” “Gabriel's ex-wife died of high blood pressure. I met him after his wife's death. People said I was his mistress and married him for his money, but no one knew how much I had suffered.” I didn't know whether to believe her or not, but I did. However, I made a choice not to blame her.

Truth. Gabriel walked slowly around the perimeter of the room like he was admiring furniture he might repossess. “You’ve both done well,” he said. “You took down Victoria. You unraveled Cynthia. You even turned the board against itself. It’s impressive.” “What do you want?” Liam snapped. Gabriel finally stopped pacing and turned to face us fully. “I want peace. I want this to end clean. You release a carefully curated version of the ledger—one that highlights Harold Carter’s crimes but removes all current names. No mention of me. Or Zurich. Or any of my subsidiaries.”

ThePrincess: "Ms. Sawyer, I heard you're single too?" Gabriel responded: "I'm 36 this year, divorced, and have a ten-year-old son. Natalie is my ex-wife." Because he wasn't really interested in her, he decided to be honest so that she would back off.

no the result of that question is horrible...wouldn't dare. I take Gabriel's phone to make an important call but first I had to log in the voice edit I did on my laptop to Gabriel's phone...I have a record of Gabriel's voice, then I programmed it in my laptop all I have to do is set it in his phone so that whatever word I speak will come out in Gabriel's voice...am smart I know right. After setting everything in Gabriel's phone...I went to his contact list to call my dad because it

I don’t heed his warning because I’m a little confused now. Gabriel sees my reaction and chuckles, pointing at the packet I left on the table. “You mind?” He asks. I nod. “Go for it.” I wait for him to light up and take a drag. “Fuck, that feels nice. Haven’t had one of these in a long time.” He murmurs, exhaling. “So, question for you.” He says, as he sits down, resting his ankle on his knee. “How much do you know about Councilman Randall Woods?” He asks suddenly.

I’m still trying to steady my nerves when my phone vibrates in my lap. Unknown Number. I frown but answer anyway. “Hello?” “Gloria, dear,” Eleanor’s smooth, honey voice fills my ear. “I was wondering how things are going.” My stomach tightens. “Oh,” I say, glancing around to make sure no one’s nearby. “Um, well, I’m still at work, actually…” “That’s wonderful!” Eleanor steamrolls over my words. “You see, Gabriel is terribly difficult. Always so guarded. But that’s why I chose you, dear. You’re charming. Sweet. Surely, you’ve made progress?”

“He feels like we exist.” Gabriel, who had been leaning against a table stacked with weapons and files, looked up with a slow, predatory grin. “Oh?” he drawled, his tone a strange mix of amusement and satisfaction. “So he finally feels the ghosts breathing down his neck.” Elijah dropped his bag on the table and crossed his arms. “Being a trusted aide for the Hale family has its perks. I get firsthand information before anyone else even smells the storm.” Gabriel’s grin widened as he stood, the light catching the scar that ran along his jaw a reminder of the kind of childhood both men had endured. “That’s great,” he said smoothly. “Then it’s high time he knows that he has two children somewhe

he teased, inciting laughter between us. With a playful retort of my own, I raced to my room, a hint of excitement mingling with my amusement. "You smell like cow dung, Jon!" I called back, evading any retaliation he might have been planning. Gabriel's POV In the solitude of my office, a glass of whisky in hand, my emotions simmered with a volatile blend of anger and obsession. My thoughts swirled around my angel and the man who had dared to enter her world. I had assigned my operative to watch her closely, to report every detail of her actions to me.