Gabrielle Lyon Book Novels & Stories

Evelyn said softly. Nora looked at her, breathing hard. “Stay with Lily.” “I know.” Her voice shook with the effort of knowing. Gabriel rose slowly from beside Rusk. His axe slid free into his hand, the motion smooth and controlled. He looked toward Lily first, then toward the woods where the stolen voice had come from. His expression went very still, and Evelyn saw the thing beneath his calm that made him dangerous. Gabriel did not burn hot like Warren or sharpen down into silence like Rowan. He became a door closing between harm and the people behind him.

The handwriting was unmistakable. Neat at first. Structured. Controlled. Her mother's, as she remembered her. Gabrielle read. Slowly. Deliberately. The early entries were… normal. A young woman building her life. Working in Celios’ financial sector. Observing the world with quiet intelligence and careful optimism. Forty pages. Forty-three. Then—A name. Shore. Gabrielle’s finger stilled on the page. She read the line again. And again. Her pulse climbed, slow and steady, like a tide.

She thought that Lycan Hector didn't even do a single thing to make up with her. She wanted him too badly. She does everything to get him in the end. This book was the proof that she gave to him, and she thought that they had thrown it in the trash. “Luna, I'm sorry for what I did. When I went back to my room, Anaya was naked inside of my room.” Gabriel tried to explain, but Luna wasn't attending to him. She couldn't believe that her mate had done something horrible to her. Gabriel promised her that he wouldn't break her heart, but he still did that.

If for anything, I would not give Damian the pleasure of seeing Gabriel go down. He lied to Lyra about being her mate. From what Gary told me, it seemed that his true feelings were for Lauren instead. I successfully made my way into Gabriel's cell. "Freya, you shouldn't be coming here. This is dangerous." Gabriel said. "I know but I can't just sit back without helping you," I whispered. "If you want to help me. You need to stop coming here. Orion has been looking for you and will be glad to know that you are alive. Do you want to risk getting caught now that you can be together?"

Luna Lawson "That's by the way, let me see what these books are all about, are they novels or knight books?" I asked as I approached the table and stared at the written content on the novel cover. "They're surely romantic books. Can I get something different from this? I don't like romance books," I asked Abigail as I frowned, seeing the three books had erotic drawings on them. "No, that's what the female dragons like to read. I don't have access to warrior books, as only Aaron and his majesty have the keys to the male library."

GABRIEL I sat at my desk while my family slept, staring at the computer screen where I'd been following the continuing conversations between the women since that first day. I'm still amazed, blown away more like it, at what had transpired in the days since. At first, I had no idea what was going on. I thought I'd just picked up a conversation between the women here in this room, but then it stopped making sense until I saw the name Kat and recognized it as the name of Lyon's wife. I still wasn't a hundred percent sure from their first conversation what was going on because there was a lot of talk about kids and the island, pretty tame stuff, and nothing to ring any alarm bells.

Only this time, his hands were also all over her body, driving her mad with tiny waves of pleasure. Xavier looked into Gabriella's eyes and murmured seductively, "You want it too, don't you?" She kicked him away in response. Then, it occurred to her. She had to go back to the Ziegler residence later. Why the need to take her suitcase out of the trunk? Pushing Xavier away, Gabriella straightened up her clothes and turned around, intending to go into the villa. Surprisingly, Lynn was standing on the steps, her eyes big and round as she curiously looked at them.

The scent of old parchment and wood filled the air. I ran my fingers along the spines of thick, weathered books, searching for anything that might stand out. Think, Evelyn. Gabriel had always been calculated. He didn’t act alone — someone had helped him move into the pack well guarded walls. There had to be a pattern, a trail I could follow. I pulled out a ledger, its leather cover cracked with age. Flipping through the pages, I scanned the names and notes, but nothing stood out. Frustration prickled at the back of my neck.

“You okay?” “I am fine,” I said sharply, turning away. But I wasn’t fine. Because a single, dangerous thought was already crawling through my head. Could Lily… be Gabrielle? The timing lined up. The pregnancy. The injuries. The fear in her eyes when I walked in. The fact that Giovanni had never brought anyone into his cabin before. And now suddenly, he had a guest? A pregnant guest? Was it a coincidence? Or had my brother just risked his life to shelter the most hunted woman in the territory?

“I was never his brother! I was his shadow, forced to live a life of darkness so that he could stand in the spotlight of the corporate world and shine brightly!” “Do you honestly think you are the mastermind behind The Remnant, Gabriel?” Liora began to walk slowly around Eleanor’s chair, moving steadily closer to the main computer terminal located at the heart of the bunker. “Do you believe you have been planning all of this perfectly for years? Infiltrating Thorne security, manipulating Sebastian Vane, and even kidnapping my mother-in-law?” “I don’t just believe it, Liora. I did it,” Gabriel replied, sounding arrogant and confident.