Gabriela Dawson Novels & Stories

She is still laughing. “I’m fine uncle Gabriel. For a split second I must’ve forgotten about my leg and put all my weight on my left foot. I’ll be fine.” Davina takes her girls and goes upstairs. “What’s upstairs,” I ask. “She sold her family home and put everything in storage. She couldn’t bring herself to walk in there again, I don’t even think she has gone through her storage unit. Davina and her father remodeled the apartment upstairs and she lives there with her daughters. Gabriel lives in a condo across the street,” says Mark.

For the longest time now, he had already held a place in her heart. Instantly she was up on her feet, not wanting to continue with this uncomfortable subject. She had way too much to do reading her mother's journals and hardly anytime left. Gabi jumped on her feet too, both marching out of the training room. Davina darted to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of cold water before trudging to her room for a quick shower. She got dressed, wearing a black sweater and black pants. Her brown hair flowing to both sides.

Rebecca had woken up early and snuck out of the bedroom. She went to the kitchen and stayed at the door. Zita was present as well as another maid. She had caught a glimpse of the Duchess when she turned her head round. "Good morning, Your grace!" Her salutation alerted the other who was with her. "Good morning, Your grace!" The latter said and curtsied. "Good morning." Rebecca answered cheerily with a smile. She walked towards the island. She leant against it. Zita observed that she was happy-extremely happy-and was curious to know why.

“I am telling you all this for one purpose — do not get too close with Brad Dawson. He cannot cure your mother. He approached you for something else. And that is you.” Gabriel could not endure it any longer. He slammed on the table and stood up. “How funny! I am just a poor university student. What do I have that Mr. Dawson wants from me? “I will not allow you to insult Mr. Dawson any further! “Do not think that I don’t know what you are scheming here. You just want to use me to slander Mr. Dawson like how you did previously right? “I’ll tell you right now, there’s no way that will happen!”

The fact that she wasn't worthy kept ringing in her ear, she let out a soft sob as she turned around taking slow steps in the halls of the dungeon, Damien walks to the dungeon cell and opens pushing her into it, he looks around the cell making sure no weapon was available at her dispose before leaving her to her thoughts and the dark cell. She stood in the middle of the cell room staring at the door, she felt empty, dark, unwanted, she felt a lot of things and all she wanted was the darkness to swallow her, and one wouldn't argue for when the world has become a pencil drawing, a masterpiece on the easel of the creator, Ariel awaits for it to fade to black and arise anew. It is as if the nigh

“I have questions about you.” “I bet you do. Shoot, Gabriela. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” “Yeah?” “I promise.” “Well, the most obvious one is about you being DEA back in Dallas.” She shrugged, still perplexed at that information. “When did you… I mean how did you get from there and that, to here and this?” Aidan sighed heavily, not surprised that she went there right from the word go. “That is one hell of a story.” “I’m sure it is. But you’ll tell me, right?”

My mother was bleeding… I remembered the broken shelves and the words she just told me recently. Before I knew it, I started fighting Cassandra in the air. “Enough!” Damon yelled and struck her on the arm. Cassandra dropped to the floor, coughing. Damon rushed to Scarlett first and looked straight at her wound. “It’s not silver. She will heal.” Then he turned to me. He tapped my shoulders gently, bringing me back from that edge. “Annie, breathe. I’ve got you.” The anger left my body for a while. I hurried to my mother to hold her and make sure she was safe and doing well. Then, she smiled slightly at me. “I’m fine, my girl. Go and finish this.

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19 years ago “Hey, Nat? Do you think this will fit me?” I heard Gabriella ask Nat. I was busy working on the steel bow we just finished creating here in our camp, so Nat is currently keeping my daughter busy. Gabriella found herself a soldier’s uniform in one of the cabinets and decided to try it on. She's only five, but her curiosity is unbelievable.

"I'm here trying to rest; you guys are fighting like cat and mouse." "Sorry babe," Daniel replied, hugging Grace by rubbing her back gently. "What happened to you? Why are you so pale?" "Can we all sit first," I nodded, taking a seat beside Rachel as Daniel passed a glass of water to Grace, who she gladly accepted, giving him small but gentle.