Gabriela Dawson Novels & Stories

Gabriel took a sniff. And she smelled wolf too. The woman bowed. "Alpha Caine. It is an honor." She said and Gabriel nodded, Luco must have told her who he was. And he was also relieved that he had quickly signaled Luco not to give him the same treatment in front of Lori. "Mrs Chrissy Garcia. I'm sorry we haven't been privileged to meet earlier." “My name is Gabriel Caine.” He said and the woman shrugged. Even though she looked somewhat excited to see him, he could tell she was still slightly confused that he would visit her.

I frowned as I felt the heaviness settle in my chest, knowing that it was somewhat familiar. Xavier’s head snapped toward the doorway at the same time mine did. The scent hit first: cool night air, something faintly metallic, and the wild tang of wolf magic, old, deep, and unmistakably powerful. She was already inside. Lisa D’Amaris leaned against the frame of the door like she’d been there all along, her posture casual, her legs crossed neatly at the ankle. Her beauty was sharp, refined, nothing like Annalise’s fiery elegance or Lorenzo’s brooding dominance. This one was colder. Collected. Her eyes held that peculiar stillness that comes from knowing far too much.

I noticed that the rogues had passed and then I began to rush to her. There was utter silence from her end. “Aria? Can you hear me?” “D..D..Dawson..” she muttered faintly through the mindlink and then nothing. I just knew that that scumbag wasn't good news. There's only one Dawson and that is Alpha Dawson with the brat of a daughter Brianna. “Babe, I know that you'd hate me for this but I need you.” I said to Anderson through the mindlink. “What have you done this time?”

"The drop from that arched window leads directly into the glacial run-offs. If the fall didn't kill her, the frostbite should have. But I’ve instructed Trevor and a small tracking unit to sweep the lower ravine just to be certain. We cannot afford a viper twisting at our heels when the sky reopens." "She survived the collapse of the Hunter Coalition and the betrayal of her own council, Darius," Gabriel growled, his golden-crimson eyes scanning the tree line. "A woman like that doesn't die quietly in the snow. She’s a scavenger. If she’s alive, she’s watching the sky, waiting to see if the entity finishes what she started." Gina stirred slightly in his arms, her eyelids fluttering open to rev

DAEM'S POV A girl got the attention of a young man named Daemon Gabrielle Santiago, a happy-go-lucky guy. Everyone knows him to be a lucky man, free, and just enjoying life.But for him, a person's life is only one, so he should be happy. His point is also valid, but everything is still wrong. Is that really the reason why he tries to have fun every day of his life? There are people who hide their tears in happiness, and there are also people who have fun to cover up the sadness of their lives. Daem didn't pay attention to her because she has a slender body, and especially not because of her beautiful face, but because of her eyes full of sadness and her face like an angel with an innocent fa

“I’ll put it somewhere safe.” She smiled at him, a rare sight. Her eyes had dark circles under them, as usual, and Jax knew that the cleaning job at his place was just one of the four that she held down. Despite her almost-chronic exhaustion, Gabriela was his best cleaning woman. She got those crash rooms to immaculate condition every morning, no matter what debauchery had taken place in them the night before. She’d never said one word about anything she’d seen or found while cleaning, and there had been some pretty incriminating stuff, and Jax appreciated her discretion more than anything. He paid her well, and made sure to kick in regular cash bonuses to keep her showing up and happy.

Cube and tony were taken away and locked up in the dungeon where they waited to be executed and fed to the wolves. Pavel walked into the lobby; and seeing Pavel walk in with tears in his eyes, Gabriella sprang up and sat down, waiting for him to speak. Pavel went down on his knees and rested his head on her laps, weeping bitterly. “What happened, Dario?” Gabriella asked, looking worried and anxious. I was a show but she acted well. In her line of work, Gabriella had to act a lot. Sometimes she was a billionaire’s wife; at times a secretary, a waitress or a bar attendant. She assumed many identities and many names too. Playing pretend had become a specialty to her

Chapter 13. "Caitlyn, have you been crying all this because of a mere dog?" He asked, a stupefied look plastered on his face. She sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her right palm. "Some weeks ago, a dog died. His owner is a woman that's sixty years of age. She's the mother of the CEO of Grey's group; you must know him,” she paused for a while. Martin went back to sit on the chair while she sniffed and continued, " That dog was the only companion of the old woman. They were very fond of each other. She took good care of him and he never made her feel lonely.

Cassandra and Duncan had tied the knot in the church last year, Gabrielle gave out her mansion freely to the homeless people she was taking good care of ever since she started making her money. Gabrielle was now the CEO of Hidalgo's company as she was handling it very well alongside hers with the assistance of her mother-in-law, Henrietta. Gabrielle took responsibility as she took the safe from Duncan and she opened it successfully with her fingerprints! She freely had the access to the wolf pendant, the treasures and fortune Mr. Reagan Domino, Hidalgo's father had concealed in the safe. Currently, she was known as the number one billionaire woman across the country. She is the envy of the w

“How’d she manage to get that close to him?” I blinked, then smiled. “Tristan?” Gabriel nodded. “He’s not the type to get intrigued easily. Or… at all. But she’s got him carrying logs and blinking too much.” I let out a soft laugh. “Davina doesn’t do boundaries. Or shame. Or warning signs. She’s basically allergic to the concept of subtlety.” He grunted under his breath. “He might not know what hit him.” “She grows on you,” I added, then turned my head to look up at him. “Like fungus.”