Gabriel X Marinette Novels & Stories

I should not be scared to do something wrong; I should try it. Angel was not quick to convince her, but she didn't know why. In a short time, it managed to tame her. As if it were a salesman in a department store, a few words will convince you immediately.Perhaps also because she's now weak because her sadness has weakened her. It's sad that you're hard to escape from. Before, she was not quick to trust a person because she would first think wisely, but when it came to a Daemon Gabrielle Santiago, she did not notice that the first time they met, she had accidentally given her trust completely to this man.

I say, draining my coffee. We step out onto the gallery floor just in time to see Gabrielle walking in, her heels clicking against the polished floor like a metronome. She glances at me briefly, her expression blank, before moving on to someone else. "Well, look who's actually on time today," Rob whispers dramatically, and I stifle a laugh.

But you’re the one letting her win by believing this bullshit. Gabriella’s gaze flickered, dark and dangerous. "You're wrong." Her voice was low, threatening. "I’m not letting anyone win. You think Mia is the problem? No. The problem is you. You let her near you, you let her think she had a chance." She advanced on me, her presence crackling with menace. "And you’ve disrespected me for the last time, Giovanni." I swallowed hard, feeling the tension rise between us like a storm ready to explode. "It wasn’t disrespect—"

She was my nanny while growing up, because of my father's indifference towards my care she had taken it upon herself to raise me, and she did so as though I was her own child. She was a mother figure to me, she insisted I remain hopeful that someday I would find someone that would love me for who I was, and accept me without judgement. I knew that was close to impossible but I clung to her comforting words and they were all that kept me going. And today those dreams had become a reality, surprisingly. My father got a message few weeks ago that the Alpha of the pack, Marcel wished to marry me. It came as a huge shock to him, and myself as well. I had met Marcel a couple of times, first during

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.”

"Aren't you? You joked about marrying for money. I offered exactly that. Maybe Marcus is right. Maybe this whole thing is exactly what it looks like. A waitress who saw an opportunity and took it." The helicopter banks toward Manhattan. Gabriel pulls out his phone. Types something. His face is a mask of cold fury. He looks at me. Through me. "We're going back to the city. I'm going to look the man who betrayed me in the eye, and then I'm going to show Marcus Hale exactly what happens when he touches my home."

“Yeah. It was.” Gabriel turned to look over his shoulder. “You know him?” Jayden didn’t even blink. “How do you know him?” Gabriel’s jaw tightened. “Not as Cassian. I knew him as Martin. A rogue I used to run with. Ruthless bastard. Backstabbed more than one Alpha in his time.” Jayden’s lip curled. “Figures. Of course you ran with scum like that.” Gabriel leaned forward. “Careful, Alpha. You think you're the only one with a past?”

she retorted, sticking out her tongue. "What- I am not gay, you-" he paused as though he just realized she was teasing him. From his position, he neared Maria, pushing himself toward her till he was no farther than an inch from her. Maria was glued to the chair, scared to move or even breathe, anything she did ended with the inhalation of his entire scent, it filled her nose springing up unholy sensations from the right places, there was no pretending the tension wasn't there for them both.

"What happened then?" "Gabriella completely lost her mind on him," the man explained. "She shoved Mariano away, screamed at him, and told him his family was evil and cold-blooded. She said the Hales aren't vindictive like the Castillos. She said terrible things to him, Boss. She completely shattered Mariano's heart, and now the whole house is in total ruin." Levi stood frozen in the cool, damp night air. The rain fell softly around him, soaking into his hair and jacket. Every single word from the gang member's mouth felt like a heavy iron blade sinking deep into his soul.

Her eyes suddenly met those of Lunaris, who had just collected her breakfast from the serving counter. “Wait, you. You're Gabriella, right?” Cynthia said, walking toward her. Marie got up from her seat and was about to yell again when her lips suddenly shut. She made humming sounds, trying to split her lips apart, but it was to no avail. She soon gave up and sat back down. Lunaris smiled at her, then turned back to Cynthia and replied, “No, I'm not. Gabriella died during the war. I'm her twin sister. As you can see, my hair and hers look nothing alike, even though our faces are the same.”