Gabriel X Marinette Novels & Stories

" Iam Mason. This is Pheobe, my sister and this is uncle chuck. I call him my uncle, but he isn't. We..." " Come to the point, you idiot. Why are you going easy on her?" Pheobe interrupted as she got frustrated by Mason's talks. " Why's the rush? We got all the time," he said. ' I got no time to waste' I thought which I couldn't express with these tape on my mouth. " So introduce yourself," He said like we are having a nice conversation. A pause. " Oh right. The tape," Mason laughed and took it. " Iam Sydney Marin. I don't need to tell you about me. Come straight to the point,"

— I say, looking with false modesty at the top of his big, blue eyes, which are also looking at me. — Little Heaven is the most important woman to me besides my mother, of course. — Gabriel says as he kisses my hand that was next to hers, his eyes still fixed on mine; before turning to his friend. — But Heaven, if there is one man on this earth who must know Gabriel Berrutti's darkest secrets, that man is Gael Ferraz. — Laughs. — That's why I want to introduce you, especially because we can be quite a trio. I drink some of the wine in my almost empty glass. The tone Gabriel uses doesn't make me happy. He notices this, tilting his head to look at me.

Gabriel Santos rose to his feet, his figure was towering, he was many feets taller than me, six feets approximately, he had a muscular physique and he gave the deadliest gaze. Gabriel stepped into the light and revealed his face, unlike every other mafia lord who looked completely scary with scars and marks all over their faces, Gabriel was the opposite. He was handsome, I had to admit. He had heterochromic eyes, his left eye was grey in colour and his right eye was green in colour. It was beautiful. He had brown curly hair that fell across his shoulders and he had an expressionless gaze, one could never tell what he was thinking.

Gabriel's "Aren't you afraid that you'll go to rust, Gab? I mean, it's already three weeks that you haven't dated someone! That is so not you!" The busybody Marvin said before gulping down his beer and all I can do is give him a stern look but did not utter any word either. They've been asking me such question for the past 3 weeks now and I'm at my limit, seriously. Not because I felt insulted or what but because I don't know the answer either!

I sat very still for a long time. Then I picked up my phone and called Marcus. He answered almost immediately on the second ring. “I need you to trace a username,” I said. “It’s eleven at night..” “Marcus.” He paused. “Send it to me.” I sent it. Fourteen minutes later my phone rang. “The account is registered to a G***l address,” Marcus said, he sounded different, less Marcus Webb. “The G***l is registered to a name,” he paused again. “Gabriel. The name on the account is Howard Marsh.”

“Gabe, I want you to meet Lynnette Martin. I usually call her Lyn. She is my best friend and bridesmaid for today’s wedding.” Gabriel shook hands with Lynnette. “Thank you for being here.” He glanced at Rosalind and then stared at Lynnette again. “Thank you for being there for Rose. She’s lucky to have you.” Lynnette smiled and shook her head. “She’s been there for me too. I’m glad to have her in my life.”

And I am not blaming Marco for how he feels about this man. I, myself, do not like everything I see of this Gabriel’s personality. He and Marco have so many things unalike. He is playful, like an annoyingly mischievous fox. I can see him as skillful yet in a slightly dishonest way. I might be wrong, but the negative impression he had on me has marked him with an indisputable “X” for someone to be comfortable with.

"I arrived yesterday. I was bombarded by several developers who kept me occupied all day." Joseph gestured toward the sofa with a subtle lift of his chin. "Sit." Gabriel settled into the seat with an air of great swagger and touched his face, asking, "So, what's going on between you and Xavia?" "An accident." "Just an accident?" "What else could it be?" "Haha, not bad," Gabriel responded with a hint of significance. "That woman is exactly as your grandfather described—unfit to step foot into the Whitman family." Acting like an innocent flower in public but truly a serpent behind closed doors. Donning a mask of innocence would never erase one's sins.

His hair was unkempt, his tie loosened, and his once-proud demeanor reduced to ashes. I let out a cold chuckle. “He looks like the wreck he is. Serves him right.” Natasha didn’t respond, her fingers flying across the keyboard. Seconds later, the screen shifted, and I realized we were now looking at Gabriel’s laptop screen. “I hacked into his system,” she said casually, as if this was an everyday occurrence. The mirrored screen showed Gabriel typing an email. The name at the top of the message made me sit up straighter. “Chris Bruno Mars?” I said, a sharp edge in my voice.

I raised an eyebrow at Gabriel who made no show of emotion at either being called ‘Gabey’ or at the closenest he and Maria obviously shared. “I’m sorry, I must have misunderstood the arrangements” I said with a sardonic smile at Gabriel. His face did not betray his emotions, but I swore I saw a hint of regret in his eyes as he looked at me. He untangled Maria from his body but was interrupted by Matteo running into the kitchen in a hurry.