Gabriel Reyes Novelas e Histórias

I can’t face the math of how many people hate me versus how many people believe the lie. Gabriel's phone vibrates against his leg. Once. Twice. Then it becomes a constant, buzzing rhythm. Board members congratulating him. Elena confirming legal strategy. Antonio sending contracts to sign. Then, a vibration pattern that feels different. Shorter. He checks it. His face changes instantly, the tension returning to his shoulders, turning the muscles to stone. "What?" He doesn't answer. He just holds the screen out to me. No name. Just a message. Enjoy your victory. It won't last. - M.H.

I let out a gasp so loud that the Sacerdote pauses in his sermon before continuing. Thomas’s gaze is fixed on me, his intense green eyes cutting through the rain to meet mine. "Grief is heavy, but one does not have to carry the weight alone.” I've been shouldering burdens on my own for years, and it's only made me stronger. As Keia whispers excitedly beside me, I can barely breathe as I meet Thomas’s gaze. Dressed impeccably in a black peacoat and dark slacks, raindrops cling to his dark hair, and there's a hint of stubble on his cheeks. His eyes drift over Aiden and Addison, but it's as if he doesn't recognize them as his children.

The way he said you—as if acknowledging the effort, the sacrifice—settled something warm in my chest. Dr. Reyes paused, studying the screen more closely. “Alright,” she said. “Let’s see if our little one feels like sharing today.” The room grew quieter. Gabriel leaned forward slightly, hands resting on the edge of the counter, eyes never leaving the monitor. “Do you want to know?” the doctor asked, glancing between us. “Yes,” I said without hesitation. Gabriel didn’t answer right away. Then, softly, “Yes.” Dr. Reyes smiled. “Alright.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

He looked older, somehow—same Gabriel, but with that kind of peace people only get when they stop fighting the world. And then I noticed the man beside him. “Andrés,” Gabriel said, smiling as he gestured toward him. “This is my husband.” I blinked. Andrés laughed awkwardly, stepping forward with a small wave. “Hey. I’ve heard so much about you. Finally get to meet the legendary Tyler Reyes.” I shook his hand, still a little dazed. “Yeah, wow. You’re real.” “Last I checked,” Andrés said, grinning. “Don’t look so shocked,” Gabriel teased. “What, you thought I’d never settle down?”

The scene on the screen shifted again, switching to a newly registered account belonging to Gabriel. The single post read: [Hi everyone, I'm Gabriel Rossi—the guy you've all been attacking on tonight's trending topic. Here's some material. Take a look and judge for yourselves.]

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

"Anything else?" "Her parents arrived in California some days ago, meanwhile look at the goddamned photos, Philip." Gabriel said and hung up. Philip scrolled to the place where Gabriel must have sent the photos and after just one look at the photo, he allowed his phone to drop on the floor.

- I asked my father, never letting go of Angel's hand. My father's widened eyes looked down at our joined hands. Angel immediately pulled his hand away. I gave him a sad look. - The handwriting's not from Brady. Furthermore, it is signed “J.”. – My father says. - So who's that "J."? – I asked, confused. My dad and I look at Angel, but he has no idea.

When the door finally opened, she almost instinctively stood up. "Miss. Taylor, I am your defense attorney. My name is Gabriel Mitchell." The impeccably dressed man with a briefcase introduced himself with precision, then stepped aside to open the passage. "Now, we can leave. Mr. Rodriguez is waiting for you outside." Eranthe's body felt stiff, and she mechanically accepted the business card he handed her. Gabriel Mitchell, a renowned attorney in Assyria, known as the undefeated war god, his time billed by the second. A lawyer specifically serving the wealthy.