Gabrielle Zevin Books Novels & Stories

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Sophia Six months later, the city feels like a different place. Or maybe it’s just me. The book sits heavy in my lap, its cover glossy, my name embossed in silver letters. Glass Houses: The Rise and Fall of Elena Vasquez. It feels strange, holding the story of the last year in my hands, bound and permanent, when so much of it felt like smoke and mirrors at the time. It’s called a bestseller now and award committees whisper my name. But all I can think about is how Marrin trembled on the stand, how Herbert sweated through his wire, how Elena smiled as if the walls were collapsing around someone else.

She also went to a few bars and showed them to Thea on video chat. When the relationship books arrived, Thea put them in an unused corner in the library, and when she needed a break from goddess gift research, she read those or did school work. Since she was going through nearly every book in the library, she started a Xerox stack for any information she found on matebonds as well. If she was going to change the curriculum, she needed something to change it to, and she needed to be prepared to back up her arguments when she had the meeting about it. “Goddess, those triplets are lucky,” Lizzy said. “With everything going on, you make the time to research how to have the perfect relationship.”

She wasn't anxious-she was ready. The invitation from Gabrielle the day before had been a breath of fresh air, an instant reprieve from the stifling pressure that was always around every movement she made at Anderson Enterprises. The small café, ambiently lit and rich with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, was just perfect for bonding between the sisters-in-law. Gabrielle had been all smiles and easy laughter so far, removed from the rigid, often cold atmosphere Noah was growing accustomed to. "You're going to love Vincent," Gabrielle had said, eyes alight with enthusiasm. "He's one of Damien's best friends and one of the smartest persons I know. If there's anyone you want on your side, it

He wouldn't be in my home right now. Once Neil and Elaina showed up, I felt a little more at ease in my own house. Clarkson went in to help Brynne and Marie in the kitchen while Gabrielle and Elaina seemed to hit it off by talking books-something trending about a very young billionaire and his obsession with an even younger woman... and sex. Lots of erotic sex scenes in the book, like apparently on every page. Neil and I looked sympathetically at each other and had absolutely nothing to add to the conversation. I mean, who reads this crap? Who has time? Why even read about sex in a book when you can have it instead? I don't get that. And billionaires in their twenties? I mentally shook my he

Years passed and Vivienne learned to live with Gabrielle ignoring her bad behaviour most of the time. One day, Vivienne was looking for something and found her late husband's diary. In that diary, the man had captured the story of Gabrielle. Reading it, it dawned on her that Gabrielle was the child she had sold to the woman seventeen years ago. She, Vivienne was the young woman who married Gabrielle's supposed father and killed him with Viagra.

Perhaps, I thought, they would find their way back to each other, and their love would ultimately prevail. But I also knew Vivian's motivations were complex, and her desire for Gabriel seemed tied to his alpha status. It was as if his position or power was a major draw for her, rather than the person he was beneath the surface. This dynamic made me question the true nature of their relationship and whether her feelings for him were genuine or driven by other factors.

"I hope you're right." "I know I am." Just 3 days till Christmas now, and I know I should Nova something, but my mind is so far from gifts right now. I don't think anyone in our group is feeling that holiday cheer. Gabriel has been pouring over old texts, old prophecies to try and see any commonalities in the wording of things. He's trying to break it down better. Auntie Zola has come on campus a few times, but immediately leaves after dropping off some books. It's like she suddenly hates this place, refusing to stay here longer than 5 minutes.

HAVE you ever felt that you might be different? That, in this world, is not how the way you thought about it. But what if behind this beautiful world that you thought it was, lies the secret that would change your life? I am Zeiah, I grew up thinking that everybody around me is ordinary and I am like them, but that's what I thought.

She couldn’t help but wonder how many versions of Gabriel existed out there—how many versions of herself he curated for different eyes. She walked back to him, slid her hand into his without hesitation. “Shall we go home?” she asked sweetly. Gabriel leaned down, whispering near her ear. “You read my mind.” --- Sleep wouldn’t come. Celina lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the blanket pulled up to her chin. Her side of the bed untouched. Cold. She thought of the birthday card tucked in her drawer. The tiny gift she’d spent hours choosing—sentimental, handwritten, cheesy. The kind she thought Gabriel would love.