Gabrielle Lyon Book Novels & Stories

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."

Everyday that passes is another day that Gabriel is on the run and another day he’s free and able to hurt my family, and Sasha, if she’s still alive. Part of me doesn’t want to believe she’s dead, but as I look up at the mural of the Moon Goddess–painted in her wolf form, with her beasts on either side–I think maybe it’s best she’s gone. Sure, the last six months of my life would have been wasted on finding her. But she would have been tortured by Gabriel if he’d found her first. And she would have been a prisoner of the allied kingdoms if I’d found her instead. Ryan looks around as I walk up to the altar where a huge leather-bound book sits on its surface. Inside, written on paper yellowed

Chapter 120 The silence and tension in the air was palpable as Gabriel escorted Herley outside and placed her a few feet from me. “My pack members and subjects,” I called out loudly. “This woman has commited many crimes. She has conspired to kill me, poisoned me, blackmailed the entire royal family and generals, poisoned the queen mother, grew an illicit garden of toxins and poisons on the palace grounds, and almost killed the lycan, which led to the demise of my wolf,” I said loudly.

But together, they were unstoppable, ready to face whatever came their way. Gabriel's disappearance left Scarlett feeling a deep sense of emptiness. She couldn't bear the thought of him being held captive by her ancient enemy. Determined to find him, she knew she needed help—help that could only come from the best. Scarlett pored over the ancient book, searching for any mention of this mysterious ally. The pages were worn and fragile, but she pressed on, her fingers tracing the words as if they held the key to Gabriel's rescue. Finally, she found what she was looking for—a passage detailing the lost city of Eldoria and its inhabitants, the Guardians of Light. According to the legend, these p

Ananas said as he held up the book, showing Gabriel the pages within and making the Lycan prince smile. "Did I write something wrong in that notebook?" "Sure, there were some things I was interested in and couldn't stop laughing when I found some writings about you and women's numbers in the notebook." "You're jealous because I'm popular?" "Me? Of course, I'm very jealous of what happened to you in the past." "What makes you jealous of me in the past, when in the present, I am yours, my Luna?" Gabriel kissed Ananas again. He even kissed not only Ananas' cheek but also her lips.