Gabriel Howell Novels & Stories

“What the hell are you doing here?” Gabriel stared at Harrison as a thousand memories rushed through his mind. He would be thirty-three now. Gabriel was still twenty-three, at least on the outside. “You sure had us all guessing when you just disappeared like that,” Harrison continued. “It’s been ten years. Now are you going to invite me in or what?”

Isn't that the dream of every man? Now she's with Jonathan Knight? Their wealth combined is enormous. Gabriel soliloquized, thinking deeply and poured himself another glass of whiskey, filling the glass to the brim. “I need a distraction.” He thought out loud, as the words of his friends, Iris, the disappointed remarks from his family after they had found out that he just got served. It was driving him crazy and he had no idea what to do. He picked up his phone and dialed Carly's number, “Hello?”

Isabella, too, began to see Gabriel not only as her caregiver but as a friend and confidant. One evening, under the starlit sky, Gabriel gathered his courage and expressed his feelings to Isabella. He confessed his love, fully aware of the complexities and challenges that lay ahead. The princess was taken aback, her heart touched by Gabriel's sincerity and devotion. She had always dreamed of finding true love, but she had resigned herself to a life of solitude due to her condition.

Diana angrily spoke, echoing the frustration permeating the entire team. "The whole station was on the operation. We gave her space to take everything," Lieutenant Rivera continued, highlighting the tactical miscalculation that led to the setback. "How are you sure it was Gabriella who took the drugs, Lieutenant Rivera?" Wallace urged, questioning the assumptions underlying their pursuit. "Sorry, Detective, but Gabriela is the only silent drug dealer we know. She never kills. If it was Sergio Casadas, every officer at the station would be dead," chided Rivera confidently, providing insight into their profiling of the elusive criminal.

When I turned back to him he was smirking. “Cristela are you alright?." Kylee asked. “Yes." I said too sharply, Jesus Christ!. Gabriel's fingers stilled instantly. Kylee looked from me to him and she turned away. “And the winner.... Who gave us a whooping three point six million dollars this evening, Mr Gabriel Winthrop." Gabriel groaned and reluctantly pulled his hand away from my pussy. He stood up and everyone stood with him, giving him a standing ovation. He gave me a quick kiss on my cheek and immediately the spot light shone on me almost blinding me.

Maeve and Dougal almost throw down over an accidental shoulder bump, and that’s when Gabriel decides it’s time for a chat. “Hot take, fam,” he says, clapping his hands. “Gather round. Uncle Gabe’s got some tea to spill. The reason y’all wanna unalive everyone is your Throne heem—makes you feel hella pressed to yeet people through walls. God vibes are off, and that gives you mad BDE.” We all stare at him. “…What the absolute fuck did he just say?” I ask first, bless me. Michael sighs. “Gabriel spent the last century on Earth. He speaks fluent human slang. And refuses to stop.”

"He’s doing more than just raging, Isabella. He’s likely on the phone with every major shareholder, trying to paint me as unstable or claiming the 'stress' of the birthday has finally gotten to me. He’ll try to invalidate everything I said on that stage before the sun even comes up." He turned his head to look at me, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "But he doesn't know about the USB drive yet," Gabriel continued, his voice dropping into a low, tactical tone. "He thinks his only problem is a PR nightmare with the Harts. He doesn't realize I have the evidence to put him in a cage. My plan is to let him exhaust himself tonight. Let him burn his favors and make his frantic calls. Tomorrow mor

It was connected via Bluetooth to the truck and he answered it with a button on the steering wheel. “Hey, Todd.” Gabriel glanced at Honor with a grim expression when he saw the caller ID. “Holy hell, Gabe, where have you been?” “Busy.” “There’s a job—” “I told you, I’m done. I’m retired.” “That’s what they all say. You can’t just up and leave the business!” “I just did.” Gabriel smiled at Honor. “I have better things to do now.” “Abe’s going to be furious.” “I don’t care. Abe doesn’t own me.” Gabriel’s voice grew hard and cold. “I’m out, Todd, and I don’t want any more calls. No amount of money in the world will change my mind. I will not take any more jobs.”

I said. Gabriel, who was still a Gamma at the time, simply nodded. He pursed his lips, weighing my words. “That’s fine, Harlow. I understand. What good is a man without ambition, right?” He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a small black plastic bag. “I know you’re confident in your ability to memorize the cliff maze,” Gabriel said, handing the small bag to me. “How do you know?” I asked, frowning. “I may seem indifferent, but I observe everyone around me. I’ve always wondered why you were covered in wounds, sweat, and dust every time you finished running errands outside Silver Moon’s borders. Everything became clear when Alpha Dawson announced his retirement plans.” Gabriel smirked, his e

“But why did you actually agree? You didn’t have to. You could have just ignored me and waited for her like you always do. So why say yes?” Gabriel didn't look at me. He looked out the window at the passing city. "Because," he said quietly. "Nobody would ever believe I could control you. And I think, for a long time, I’ve wanted to be around something that I didn't have to keep in a cage." I didn't have a witty comeback for that. I just sat there, the silk of my dress rustling as the car turned a corner. “The gala is tomorrow night,” Gabriel said, breaking the tension. "I will have a stylist send over options. Nothing 'loud,' Olivia."