Gabriel Reyes Novels & Stories

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.

Reynolds did the introductions. “This is Gabriel, the Chief Operating Officer. As you must have guessed already, your late mother didn’t run the company herself. Gabriel has been in charge and he has been doing a wonderful job, I must confess,” Mr. Reynolds said lightly. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Zara,” Gabriel stretched his hand towards me. I shook hands with him firmly and gave him a curt smile. “So you have been running the company behind the scenes,” I muttered. “I have been doing my job, that’s all,” Gabriel replied, smiling. “I did a little online search about you when I learned that you would be here today. The pictures online do not reflect your true beauty. You look more g

Michael slowly lowered his gun. His voice was barely above a whisper. "I buried you." The stranger smiled sadly. "So did everyone else." He turned toward me. "Tayla..." His eyes softened. "I've waited eight years to meet the woman Damian refused to stop talking about." My heart pounded. "Who are you?" He extended his hand. "My name is Gabriel Salazar." The name hit me like lightning. Gabriel. Victor Salazar's missing son. The little boy whose records had vanished decades ago.

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

This ritual was most effective because they could listen in on the rogues conversation and hear whatever they were saying. Damien turned his eyes and saw Ariel standing at the corner, their eyes clashed and he immediately looked away, to avoid ruining the ritual. Everything needed to be perfect, he needed everything to be perfect. "Tobias, I hereby bestow upon you Gamma of this pack," he said, as he slit his blood and dropped it on Tobias's forehead. Everyone gasped immediately because that was an unusual event. There hadn't been a gamma for a very long time, they were all surprised.

Isabel was brought out of her nostalgic thoughts by Xavi’s call through the mind-link. “Is there a problem?” She asked. “I just got a call from the pack doctor that Carlos is out of coma.” Xavi informed her, “He wishes to know your next order before discharging him from the hospital.” “Tell him to wait for me. I’ll be there in half an hour.” Isabel instructed. She then said goodbye to her little sister before leaving the room. “Alpha, are you feeling better now?” Xavi, who was awaiting Isabel’s arrival outside the pack hospital asked the minute she climbed out of her dad’s black Mercedes Benz X-class truck. He was concerned about her physical well being after seeing her in pains for the firs

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

But even those friends couldn't—or wouldn't—give her any information about him. She knew his name. Gabriel Peralta. That was it—if that was even his real name. She also knew he was six foot four of lean hard muscle with thick silken black hair she loved to run her fingers through, a hawk nose and eyes like onyx. Hands that could make a woman's body writhe in pleasure and a magnificent cock that stretched her to capacity and made her explode with its friction. And scars whose origin he refused to discuss.

(Mayor Xuarzez) “GODDAMMNITT!!…BASTARD!!…THEY ARE ALL BASTARD…UNGRATEFULL TRASH!!…wait…wait..no..no..no..no..NOO!!!!!….where is everything!!..no…it’s gone..everything is gone!!!!…”. (Jonathan Reyes)

Vanessa argued disgruntled as she stood in front of Hidalgo. Hidalgo was standing on the wheelchair in which Gabrielle was placed, she was still unstable and the wound in her chest was barely healing just yet. It was a miracle that she survived and her child was safe too! "My love, I don't think you should go. You know very well that Mr. Reagan can be extremely tricky sometimes!" Gabrielle gloomily mumbled to him, she was incredibly nervous. "I understand your concern for me, my love. But then, this is my mother we are talking about. I have this feeling that Reagan may be telling the truth!" Hidalgo earnestly told her.