Gabriel Howell Novels & Stories

“The removal of Adrian Knight and his usual arrogance from our respective lives.” A slow smile curled my lips as I raised my glass in mock toast. “How poetic. Though I suspect your reasons differ from mine.” The whiskey burned less than I preferred going down. Gabriel's fingers—manicured, adorned with a single onyx pinky ring—paused mid-motion. “Reasons are irrelevant. Results are what matter.” “Indulge me.” I leaned forward, the booth's leather creaking beneath me. “There has to be more to this. The great Gabriel Morellis, reduced to scheming against a literature professor? There's a story there.”

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

Gabriel answered directly, “That’s why I have conditions. I don’t do anything without getting something in return. As long as you show sincerity, I’ll help you.” It was clear from Gabriel’s actions that his intentions had a hint of mischief. He didn’t hide it, and it was obvious there was always something in it for him. Eloise thought carefully about what he had said. “What do you want?” Gabriel smiled, his eyes sparkling. “Cosmo doesn’t even go out anymore. He might just rot inside the house. Take him out once in a while, show him the outside world…” Half an hour later, Eloise stood up and headed home to Stillwater Bay.

And war was something that Gabriel was very good at. He swirled the bourbon in his glass and took a slow, deliberate sip. The amber liquid coursing down his throat burned as it did, but it served to do nothing to quell the flames smoldering under his placid, hazel-colored skin. He wouldn’t act on impulse. He would not hit and miss; he would hit infallibly. His cellphone vibrated on the desk. A name appeared on the screen. He smirked before answering.

He didn’t know how long he was like that; he only knew that once he had cried away any energy that he had left but he still felt the tears flowing. Gabriel sat up and gazed at the blindingly white ceiling as tears continued to run down his temples. Confused, he wiped the tears and wondered why he was crying. Perhaps he was because he might never see Angelica or their son ever again? No, that couldn't be it. He'd resigned to the fact he most likely never see them again; of course, he hated it but he knew it was the best thing to do, the best thing for Angelica. So, why was he crying? Maybe it was because of every that had happened through all these months was finally catching up to him or may

“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.

“Only Universal Hospital is making trouble. Everything else is fine for now.” “That’s great.” Maxine breathed a sigh of relief. “By the way, who exactly is Mr. Gabriel?” James asked. Maxine shook her head. “I don’t know either. I don’t even know his full name. I’ve only heard from my grandpa that he’s extremely powerful. He’s at least of the sixth rank. Whether or not he’s reached the seventh rank is beyond me.”

There was warmth present in it. Gabriel just wanted ta take the break because he believed that he deserved it. He had been working hard not only for himself but for his fans as well so this was important to him. A message dropped in on his phone and checked it. It was from Delilah his sister. "I can see that you are back. The internet is buzzing with the fire of your return [ laughing emoji ]" Gabriel smirked and typed back, "No other artists can pull this better than me, I am almost home."

“Yes. You’re very talented at business.” “Look, I know I won’t be as good as Jonathan or anything. But I want to give her a gift from my heart. From here.” Gabriel took Alfred’s hand and placed it on his chest. Alfred had to admit, it was kind of sweet. “And I’m getting better. Wanna hear?” Gabriel’s face was so earnest – how could Alfred refuse? Gabriel rushed over to the piano and plunked himself down. Then, with a big breath, he pounded on the keys. He smiled as he did, playing with pure abandon. When he finished, he looked to Alfred.

A smart smile appeared on Charlotte's face. "I'll admit that your intelligence level is at the highest level, besides, your bullshit level is far superior to mine!" cried Gabriel praising him while clapping his hands loudly. "I'm good at raging thanks to your crap knowledge." "Then, I will write a book containing all my tantrums to you, so that you will flower on me even more." Gabriel's hand continued to control her female finger, trying to play a very special instrument sounding in her ear. This instrument really makes a woman's heart flutter. The instrument that was played was Gabriel's own short song entitled "Love Charlotte".