Gabriel X Nathalie Novels & Stories

She was cast aside by the husband who never loved her—for the woman carrying his child. What he doesn't know: Gabrielle is pregnant too, with the twins of the true mate she lost. No more begging. No more silence. She's taking her late Alpha's legacy and walking away for good. Some Lunas fall. This one rises.

Something I had no right to touch. “Gabriella,” I said—barely a sound, just her name wrapped in guilt. She didn’t give me the chance. “Enough, Isaac.” Her voice wasn’t loud. But it was final. She looked past me—just briefly. Back toward the door I’d stormed out of. Where Daphne still stood behind it like a curse I hadn’t managed to burn out yet. “She’s right there,” Gabriella said. Her voice splintered with disbelief. Like she’d finally seen enough. And then she turned and walked away.

“Gary, I want you to go back home and wait to see if Isabelle appears. You can get us on our mobile phones if she does.” The first group to leave is Edward and Belinda. He is secretly glad that the two of them are doing this together, despite the fact that he still feels uncomfortable visiting the haunts. He enjoys working with Belinda and feels that she is maybe the only person in the office that he really gets on with.

Yvette said that Gabriel was just a good-for-nothing spoiled rich kid with a prestigious family background. Likewise, Gabriel thought Yvette was a nosy meddler who always pushed me to break up with him every time we fought. The sudden buzz of an incoming WhatsApp call jolted me from my thoughts. I stared blankly at the screen before rejecting it. "Why aren't you answering?" Gabriel messaged me. "Don't tell me you're crying. "Come to Mirage Villa. I'll make it up to you tonight. "Relax, marriage is just a formality. You'll have whatever Melanie gets, including me."

Lauren’s P.O.V. “Get your hand off, Mr. Westfield,” Vincent commanded Gabriel coldly. His voice was so cold that I felt a shiver running down my spine, but I also tried to yank my shoulder away from his grip. “Behave, Gabriel. I am no longer your wife,” I also scolded Gabriel while glaring at him. His hostility towards Vincent was clearly evident in his eyes. Did he really think that he, a small fry, could stay in the business world after pissing off a giant like Vincent Holster?

Nicholas spoke and Natalie wanted to retort, but Jacobs turned to her and his expressions told her that she must hold her tongue, but if she was terrified of a man, she wouldn’t be a Greene. “Miss Greene, I am aware of your formidable nature, but don’t you just keep your moth shut?” Jacobs spoke and Natalie didn’t back down. “I will, once you tell me what these two hooligans are doing here.” Jacobs’ glare didn’t make her look away. He narrowed his eyes before speaking. “I can see why Gilbert likes you so much. You are fiery.” Natalie gave him a smile dipped in sarcasm. “Oh, I am much more than that and I have bigger balls than a man. I don’t lie, for example. Just like you do.”

“Erin, there must be some misunderstanding. Gabriel is just young and likes to have fun. In his heart, you’re still the one who matters…” I looked at her and smiled as well. “Mrs. Black, he’s been having fun for a whole year with seven girlfriends, and I’ve never said a word. Tonight, though, he’s brought the eighth one to the family banquet. If I keep quiet again, should I start making room for the ninth next time?” Gabriel’s father, Richard Black, turned ashen. He shot Gabriel a furious glare. Gabriel opened his mouth to speak, but I raised my hand and cut him off.

I scrambled to my feet, my heart in my throat as I saw Nathanial lying motionless on the ground, his body riddled with burns and cuts. "NO!" I screamed, racing to his side. His breathing was shallow, and his eyes fluttered open, filled with pain. "Had to stop...him..." he gasped, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Tears blurred my vision as I pressed my hands against his wounds, trying to staunch the bleeding with what little healing magic I possessed. "Hold on, Nathanial. Please, hold on." Gabriel, weakened but not defeated, staggered to his feet. His eyes blazed with an unholy light as he gathered the remaining dark energy around him. "You think you've won?" he spat, his voice e

His actions were calculated to keep me isolated, to make me feel powerless. Gabriel's response was smooth and confident: "Merci Christelle. Bonne journée." His fluency in French further emphasized his sophistication. He winked at her, causing her cheeks to turn a faint shade of pink. It was evident that his charm and good looks held sway over people, but I refused to let myself be swayed by his facade.

he continued. Gabriel watched Nathalia step backwards. However, he was not done yet with her for insulting his wife in front of him. “Your fiance is Sabrinaa’s ex boyfriend, right?” He grinned slyly upon seeing the woman’s face turned pale. He did not need to explain further. People were smart enough to know what he was trying to imply. If Nathalia thought he was just going to stand there and let her ruin his wife’s image, she was damn wrong. He just stayed silent and let her run her mouth only because he wanted her to embarrass herself.