Gabrielle Zevin Books Novels & Stories

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

Finn finished telling the story and furrowed his eyebrows afterward. “Gabriella is definitely a jerk if she actually broke up with Xavier because of such a trivial matter”. Vanessa admitted and pouted her lips in annoyance later on. She suddenly added, “Wait, I'm still confused here, Finn. Xavier is so popular and even his mind is unreadable. But I'm not a fool, because I know that Xavier is definitely well loaded with riches. So, why couldn't Gabriella choose to stick with him since you said she's just a gold digger?”.

I missed my mate, my freedom, my friends, Kailin, and everyone at the vineyards. I watched a series about a group of delinquent kids born in space and dropped to Earth to see if the air was already breathable. I finished Episode twelve, and when a particular character pissed me off, I turned it off and went to read something in the study. There were some fiction books, but primarily old books from Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and Herman Melville. There were self-help and meditation books and a book about mystical creatures. I walked out of the study. If she allowed me to read a book about witchcraft, it might interest me, but that would be as dangerous as walking into the darkness without

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'm her brother, I'm here to help her. She's like mom though, stubborn and proud. She won't ask for help. If I offer it, or advise her right now, she'd ignore me, or do the complete opposite of what I say. I sighed, sitting in the library. I was reading books about visions to see how to interpret them better. "Hey, Arie." Gabriel's kind voice snapped my attention out of my book. "I brought a book I thought would help you."

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.

Just as I was almost there’, I could see Olive and her friend hurrying towards me. I exhaled in advance, knowing that those two were here to gossip. “Lady Christabel!” They both gave a slight bow. “My name is Genevive. I’m sure you’ve seen me around,” the other girl said and I nodded. “You wouldn’t believe what happened yesterday,” the other girl continued. “Yesterday, Alpha Waylen ran to the servant quarters, crying and begging Gabriella,” “He did?” My eyes popped out in surprise. “Yes!” Genevive gestured dramatically. “I don’t know what happened between them but there are rumors that Gabriella is using black magic to draw him close to her. How else will you explain the fact that the almigh

I could kiss this man all day long and never get bored. Zevir’s comment though, niggled in the back of my brain. I pulled back out of the kiss. “Do you think he’s right?” Gabriel tapped the book on his desk. “That’s what I was trying to research. I didn’t want to keep it from you, but I also wanted to get something concrete before I got your hopes up.” I nodded, trying to absorb the possibility. For weeks, I believed that she was dead. My beautiful, almost platinum-blonde wolf.