Gabriel's Bookstore Duluth Novels & Stories

The scent of old parchment and wood filled the air. I ran my fingers along the spines of thick, weathered books, searching for anything that might stand out. Think, Evelyn. Gabriel had always been calculated. He didn’t act alone — someone had helped him move into the pack well guarded walls. There had to be a pattern, a trail I could follow. I pulled out a ledger, its leather cover cracked with age. Flipping through the pages, I scanned the names and notes, but nothing stood out. Frustration prickled at the back of my neck.

‘WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN HE’S GONE?!” Dre roared, slamming his hand down on his desk. He’s been keeping me close to him whenever he can and it was grating on my nerves but I was trying my best to not let it show. I do my best to look the least bit interested as I continue to read my book. Another gift from Gabriel before he left, a collection of leather bound classic novels that appeared on my nightstand the night he went missing. A simple note written in clean handwriting, ‘Think of a wonderful thought.’ A line only I would understand as it came from Peter Pan and where he got my nickname from. Thank the Goddess for that because I was going stir crazy out of my mind. I try not to smile as

I kept reading the titles of the books which were placed and nothing was interesting. I turned and moved to the other side and was surprised to see Gabriel. He was pulling a book out and was opening it. I never saw him here before and it quite surprised me, my eyes moved to the book he was holding. The title of the book was “Creator of life,” it looked eye-catching and expensive. “What are you doing here?” He asked all of a sudden, I jumped in surprise. “Huh... Um! To read books,” I replied, Looking over the books in front of me, he gave a blank look and walked to the bench at the corner.

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

Has Gabriel been working against me this whole time? I’m practically a frozen zombie by the time I reach the pharmacy. I arrive just as the clerk flicks on the open sign and unlocks the door. She doesn’t give me so much as a second glance as I shuffle down the neat aisles. Now that I’m here, I don’t think a simple pack of Tums is going to be enough to settle my stomach. I need Pepto on tap to keep myself from being sick. I just… can’t believe it. What does Gabriel want with the McHale Fortune? I thought he was happy with his little life in the south of France. He doesn’t exactly strike me as a greedy man, but I guess I was wrong.

"What did you find?" "I found something else." "Tell me." "I think you should see it in person." Dexter frowned. "Gabriel, I don't have time for games." "I'm not playing games, sir." There was something unusual in Gabriel's voice. Fear. "Where are you?" "At the old Lim warehouse." Dexter's eyes narrowed. "Why are you there?" "I followed a lead from the files." "What lead?" "A name." Dexter's stomach tightened. "Whose name?"

She would show them all. The bell over the door jingled, and Selby called out, "Welcome to Downtown Books," as he sat on a step and loaded up a shelf of paperback fantasy novels. "What? No special treatment for your father-in-law?" "Arni?" Selby stood, leaving the books on the floor beside his stool. "What brings you by?" he asked as he passed down one of the aisles. "I've come to impugn on my son-in-law's business." Arni leaned on the front counter, his thin arms folded in front of him. "I was hoping to steal some books from you on writing if you have any."

Gabriel said, placing the cup in front of me. "Thank you." He sat across from me, studying me carefully. "Sera." "Yeah?" "Is there something you want to tell me?" "Not yet. Later, when I'm sure." He frowned but didn't ask further. "Okay. I'll wait." After breakfast, Gabriel went out back to chop wood. I sat on the front porch, staring at the quiet street, and reached for my phone. I opened the map and looked for the nearest pharmacy. Two kilometers away. Walkable.

Gabriel took a deep breath with a hint of nervousness, wanting to jump out of his chest. He desired to take Eva to lunch, then go shopping and have dinner. Gabriel forgot that he had a little business dealing in Paris. It's not a big deal. Pleasing Eva is much more fun.

Gabriel parked his car, a black sedan, at Cafe and Dine. He chose the simple car because he didn’t want to attract too much attention. The meeting place was a place he used to date Lydia. The place was an old cafe and restaurant, owned by a senior couple who disliked doing nothing in their retirement days. It was old but comfortable, and their food was superb. He walked inside. The old lady saw him and beamed. “Gabriel! I can’t believe my eyes! It’s been a while since the last time I saw you here!”