Gabriel Howell Novels & Stories

“I am telling you all this for one purpose — do not get too close with Brad Dawson. He cannot cure your mother. He approached you for something else. And that is you.” Gabriel could not endure it any longer. He slammed on the table and stood up. “How funny! I am just a poor university student. What do I have that Mr. Dawson wants from me? “I will not allow you to insult Mr. Dawson any further! “Do not think that I don’t know what you are scheming here. You just want to use me to slander Mr. Dawson like how you did previously right? “I’ll tell you right now, there’s no way that will happen!”

“Right! He’s a man living off his wife! He’s about to get kicked out of the family anyway! Why even bother at this point?” “If a live-in son-in-law even knows how to read and write, pigs are going to start flying!” “Gabriel Lee’s an extremely talented figure in the city! He wouldn’t try to fool everyone with a fake painting!” The crowd disdainfully glared at Harvey York. “Get over here and apologize already! Stop making Father and Mother upset!” exclaimed Gabriel proudly.

“No reason. Just wondering how much pull you have with getting certain things out of circulation.” “What stories are bothering you?” I decide not to answer, frustrated from the onslaught of old memories and past pains more so than the breaking of the news that I’m toying with three of four men at a time. I tell myself to ignore it, to move on, but it still resides in the back of my head as I return back to the work at hand. I have bigger problems to face then my heartache from the past. Gabriel doesn’t return to the library, though, reaching across his desk and pulling a glass jar forward, holding it out with the lid open. He raises a brow at the colorful candies inside, all of the same vari

The pulsating hearts did not bring him encouragement. “Please, hear me out before you say anything, okay?” Arabella nodded and waited for Gabriel to continue. “I am not human, I am an Arch-Angel.” Gabriel held his finger up to Arabella’s lips to keep her from talking. “This is hard enough as it is, Arabella. Please let me continue. “I am the Arch-Angel Gabriel. Once every century I was sent to guard the lower gate of hell. It was a special assignment that Mother asked for. Apparently, a couple of minions escaped and was raising cane with the Lorilies.”

Zella asked Layla, who was easier to explain than her two friends. "Gabriel Van Osch. He's a fugitive with multiple identities who has committed fraud, murder, and theft. Gabriel took the life of a minister in the UK many months ago. So until now, Gabriel is a fugitive who will be killed by us." "Are we going to take his life, or just arrest him?" Zella got into the car filled with four people. Layla and Zella were in the back seat, while Audrey and Diandra were driving the car in the front.

I followed his move and swallowed down the suffocating lump in my throat and decided to focus on something else, while my mind tried to figure out what kind of joke the universe just cracked. HOW THE HELL COULD IT BE HIM? “Please, make yourself at home.” Gabriel’s rich voice boomed around the haze of confusion, forcefully yanking me back to the present because that's just how commanding he was. He commanded the attention and claimed it, and he knew the effect he had on people, on everyone. And it turns out I was not an exception to his charms. “Thank you, Mr. Rhodez.” My voice came out pressed and forced, and I cleared my throat trying not to look at the eyes that were burning holes into my

Hugo's efficiency was impressive, having compiled dozens of pages, photos, and maps in minutes. Gabriel scanned everything and got a rough picture. "Did Hugo need something?" Rebecca asked, noticing his serious expression. Gabriel shook his head and set the phone down. "Tell me your plan. What are your thoughts about you and Vance?" Truthfully, she and Gabriel hadn't known each other for long. They weren't that close yet, so she had barely mentioned her marriage since they were in Europe. She certainly hadn't expected him to ask now. Given his tone, he must have picked up some information from Kaitlyn.

Fantastic sex was a bonus that I didn’t mind at all. But that would have to wait, at least for now. I still had a couple of things to tease Gabe about. And again, he was faster. He got hold of my hand and held it tightly to his chest. “I have something for you.” only a fool would miss a gravity that laced his voice, the one that raised my blood pressure and made my ears ring. “Here.” Gabriel reached into the pocket of his cotton shorts, and I stared at him, confused as hell. What could he get me that fitted into his pocket?