Gabriel Howell Novels & Stories

“Let me grab someone to watch Emily, I’ll be right back” As soon as we had returned, Gabriel grabbed a seat in front of the crowd and placed his guitar on his knees, he motioned for me to sit in the chair in front of him which I happily obliged. Gabriel rarely played guitar in front of people but I could tell he was biting back his pride for this moment. Little supernovas in my head Little soft pulses in my dead Little souvenirs and secrets shared A little off guard and unprepared I was never good enough to find

Celina held her breath. Gabriel took the stage with confidence and charm. He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark jeans. His neatly trimmed beard and slightly tousled hair completed his interesting, engaging look. He picked up his guitar, looked out at the audience... and when his eyes met Celina's, she knew that this night would be unlike any other. "Good evening." His voice was soft and steady. "Tonight is a special night. The first song... is for someone who, even with sad eyes, carries a beautiful light in their gaze."

Get a grip of yourself, Elle. I dip my head down so that my chin touches my chest and it seems like Gabriel notice the change in my mood. I don't want to spoil it but I suddenly felt suspicious of his deeds - what if he is only doing this so that I will be really hurt once he goes away, once the contract is finished? Gabriel loves playing with people's emotions, ruining lives and dreams - he works on schemes that I myself cannot fathom. Wouldn't that give him the satisfaction - to he hurt me, after all those years I tried to stand up against his twisted ways? I can not let him affect me like this.

Please". Gabriel clasped his hands on his chest with teary eyes and Cyrus saw his little Gabriel asking for something from him. And as always he couldnt say no to him ---- Tabby

I read it twice and wrote at the bottom in red: This is what you can do when you stop arguing and start writing, do more of this. He’d argue with the note. That was fine. Arguing was how he thought. I’d learned that from someone. Gabriel came back from his Christmas in London two days with Eleanor in her Kensington flat, which he described as productive and only slightly managed, which I understood to mean Eleanor had fed him properly and not once mentioned the trusteeship directly and had demonstrated her approval of the direction things were going through the specific Eleanor Vane method of not disapproving. He came back on the fourth.

Gabriel said in an irritated tone as he closed his eyes. “She looks like she needs help, boss.” Paul continued on as they were nearing the lady in desolation. But he still obeyed his master. Gabriel wanted to ignore him. He still has to talk to his subordinates about the next project that they would pursue after their finished negotiation with Astro. And they have to make a good impression with the start of their new acquisition. With all that’s coming and his body still in the process of recovering, he needed all the strength he could muster.

Felix angrily roared as he panted in anger, throwing everything on his desk. "Sir, we have not spotted Mr Gabriel since the last time he informed you he was going on a vacation on his island. He is nowhere to be seen. His wife, its like she does not even exist...there is no trace at all" Charlie responded fearfully. "Well, well, his grandparents just died! He will surely turn up" On the other side, after 15hours of flight, Gabriel arrived in city A with his wife who at this point was in a state of confusion.

Sydney curls his body around mine, and the quiet solitude of the room settles over us like a wet, cold blanket. We’re silent for a long time. I watch the light of day fade through the windows, casting silver beams of moonlight across the carpet. “Is Blake safe?” “He is. He’s fine, Sarah.” I nod, my eyes filling with tears I can’t blink back. “Gabriel is dead.” “Yes. His body was brought here and burned. I saw to it myself.” He turns away for a moment, and I hear a drawer open, then close. I close my eyes as a sense of magic settles around me. “This is yours now.”

I wasn’t amused to see many hands raise up. “Mr. Gabriel. Are you single?” I was shocked. The very first question in the graduation hall to the great 3G was about his love-life. Nothing about the graduation or career, nothing about the elephant in the room. “I guess that’s it for now then. Thank you for your question-” the MC spoke in between worried that Gabriel might be pissed with that type of questions. “No,” Gabriel interrupted. “I am not single. I have someone in my life,” this time he again looked my way, but this it was not a smirk, it was a real smile on his face. A smile he gave to me and I couldn't help but smile back.

Gabriel takes the floor at nine oh three. He is composed in the way of a man who prepared for weeks and is now delivering the preparation as though it is spontaneous. His voice is measured, his cadence unhurried, the voice of someone who believes the room is already with him and is simply walking them through the evidence of what they already sense. He begins with Victor.