Gabrielle Lyon Book Novels & Stories

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV Now that I think about it, Lian was also the person who brought me closer to my mother once more. She was also the reason why I got to encounter Gwynneth and realized Greyson's relationship with her. There’s something about Lian that’s making me convinced that she might have an underlying connection with either Gabriela or Greg... or maybe Greyson himself. “Where did you hear about Lian?” Gabriela asked; her voice seemed a bit shaky, or maybe it was just my imagination. “Don’t tell me that Greyson also got her involved in his nightclub?” she added.

She said. It was true, not scrawny ones that only got in the way. Gabriella was different. She was quick. I saw the way she scanned her environment for a way to take Baxter down. She used his own wolf against him. One of the wolf’s most sensitive spots too. If it were in battle Baxter would have been done for.

“The sophomores have their own trio, the 3 of Crowns” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, the precious little trio” Aisha rolled her eyes too and exhaled. “Exactly. Gabrielle Mane—she’s what you’ll call, a queen bee in the making—Lindsay Graham, and Ruby Padre, Luca’s sister.” “Whose the oneI have to look out for?” “The one who obviously hates you. Believe me, Gabrielle’s the one to watch. Sweet smile, sharp claws.” Something in Aisha’s tone made Eloise pause. She had seen girls like Gabrielle before—the ones who smiled while plotting your social funeral.

In a world where he had seen people dead and buried in the middle of the chaos in the world, what he knew for a fact was that he didn't want Gabrielle to be one of such statistics. He was going to get to the bottom of this. The fire inside him was growing. Gabrielle walked through the market, her senses sharp. She felt eyes on her. A man brushed past her, slipping a note into her hand. She opened it. He’s lying to you. She looked around, but the man was gone.

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No initials nor any marks or clue which effectively made her intrigued more. Upon opening the gift, she was surprised by its content. It proved to be a book entitled ‘In the Gods Own Hands’ authored by J.M. Felic. “Ah, where have I read this author before?” Lianne thought to herself, somewhat unable to recall the author’s previous works that she might have read in the library. “With so many books that passed in your hands my dear, I don’t think you’d be able to remember that one author,” Lady Faye commented.

The first time I saw Gabrielle, she had been ten years old. Father had always taught that it was necessary to know every detail about your rivals, always keeping a watch on every one of their moves, in that way you would never be taken unaware. The first thing about her that intrigued me was her hair, the way the locks fell past her shoulders in a golden waterfall. Her eyes were the clearest of crystals. In every one of her pictures, she had that innocent smile that showed off dimples. I knew I was infatuated with her, I knew she was mine even then, only I couldn't yet claim her.

She took a folder from the desk drawer and tried passing it to me over the desk. I just gave her a look. "Nice try lady but we've been all through this before." "Mr. Lyon, I know we've been here before, but this time I want you to really listen to me. Your children your daughters at any rate are extremely bright. Keeping them here is doing them a disservice. Now I let things slide with Caitlin before, but Catalina is another story."

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

Gabby's eyes darted around. "What?" "Would.You.Like.Another.Book.Eleanor?" Eleanor watched Gabby look around and looked around herself. Were they being watched? "Wh... I... Uhm... Sure." Gabby left and came back a while later with a big book titled, 'THE LEGENDS OF BIGFOOT"