Gabriela Dawson Novels & Stories

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

CHAPTER ONE What a day! Chava Maurice, a young and beautiful young lady, slim and average in height who worked as a fashion consultant in one of the fashion homes in Losantiville dropped on her bed, with each pair of her burgundy shoes here and there. She had had a hectic day and all she dreamt of was a good bath, a good meal, and a good sleep. It was already past 7 P.M. and thankfully the next day was Saturday. She had drifted to sleep a little bit before her phone rang. After blindly rummaging through her handbag for a while without finding anything, she sat up and carried out a proper search but by the time she found the phone, the call had ended. She stared at the foreign number that had

“You don’t trust me? At least I’m a virgin. I know you have Groupon dick. I did my research. If anyone should be worried it’s me.” My fingers froze and I stared at her in shock. “You’re a virgin?” I hate to admit it but I was literally squeaking. “You don’t have to sound so surprised. I am a bratva princess after all.” “Who’s brother lets you run wild.” “Who said that?” I shrugged, “Everyone knows Roman indulges you.” “Yeah well…that doesn’t mean I’m out here like that.” I took a step closer to her. “So why am I the lucky guy who gets to pop your cherry?”

Her answer came off like a whisper. “Hello, Penny, it is nice to meet you. Are you new? I haven’t seen you around here before.” As I try to make small talk with her, she starts coming out from behind the bookshelves, and as she does that I can finally see her. She has a petite but toned body, chocolate flawless skin with black straight hair that went until her waist but what intrigued me the most was her eyes, purple beautiful eyes that would make you drown in them before you could even realize, she was absolutely gorgeous.

I swallowed nervously and nodded my head. Elder Luke stood up and walked behind me, laying a book down beside me that surprisingly seemed to consist of information on Goddess marks. It was far more detailed than any of the books I'd vaguely seen on the subject in the past. Knowing he would require to see my back today, I had purposely worn a dress with a back zipper. He waited patiently as I brushed my hair to the side, unzipping the back of the dress just enough for him to see but not enough for me to feel completely exposed. I was thankful that he allowed me to keep my dignity while I did everything and didn't handle me more than was necessary.

Mrs Dawson says walking to a couch where she dumps herself and Carla nods. I stand there as if no one is aware of my presence and I decide to say hi to the woman. "Hello, Mrs Dawson, it's such an honor to meet you, I'm Kyrah Bailey." She aimlessly waves her arm in the air while staring at her phone. "Alright," she says without looking up and when Carla returns with the cigarette and a lighter, the woman doesn't hesitate one bit and in seconds she's puffing and passing out smoke and she smiles with satisfaction. The smoke doesn't do me any good and I can't help but cough loudly.

Gabriela murmured, looking so pure and harmless as she stood to face the entire room. “I, Gabriela Crosswyn, have never lied to anyone about what happened, that night, five years ago. Alpha Damian got into that accident, and I saved him because I couldn't bear to see how heartbroken my sister would become to see him hurt beyond repair, or even worse, dead.” She muttered without stumbling over her words, all with a fucking straight face. “Even if you did save him as you've claimed, are you sure about your intentions towards his well-being and my heart when you did?” I asked and her expression shifted ever so slightly.

the guy asked as he held the woman in his arms affectionately. “Poppa This is.”.sin stuttered as I cut him off as hid mother finally woke up. Her eyes dramatically fluttered open at sins voice. “ dear what's going on?” she asked as I cleared my throat. Everyone looked at me I sweetly smiled everyone looked from sin to me. “ ryu who is this half-naked woman ?” "I'm sorry sir and ma'am we haven't been formally introduced I'm gabriella Santiago" I said sarcastically as I stared first J.J then sin" I'm the other biological daughter of j.j

he said quietly. I found a small notebook at the bottom of the box. I opened it. The handwriting was neat. Slanted. Almost childish. “ Gabriella needs a mother who understands her life. Not someone pretending to understand how the household works. She doesn’t love him. She just wants the life. I see through her. A con artist, that’s who she is . I’ll fix it. Soon. He’ll thank me later. They’ll all thank me once that bitch is gone.”

Matthis forgot where he was. He remembered the day Daria had designed that dress. How she had stood in her private studio, eyes distant, fingers tracing the sketch, saying nothing—but imagining her daughter in it. And now, Gabriella was wearing it. Exactly as Daria had envisioned. A quiet pride swelled in his chest. The Mason women had always been striking. Arathina—reserved and regal. Daria—bold, mischievous, fearless, a woman who bent rules and people alike. Gabriella, however, was different.