Gabrielle Zevin Books Novels & Stories

“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.

Gabriel poked at his eggs and sighed. His mother was yammering on and on about someone back at Stormfang Pack. Gabriel barely knew who she was talking about. “And then, Gabriel, then he accused ME of cheating! Can you imagine? Me? Cheating? At a stupid game of cards? Honestly,” Vivenne huffed. “Well did you Mother,” Gabriel asked, not even trying to hide the annoyance in his voice “Did I what?” she asked, slicing into a thick piece of French toast.

God; that word again. Love made people desperate, emotional and painfully stupid, which honestly explained why Gabriella irritated me so much already. That girl looked at affection like somebody starving outside a locked restaurant, yet still kept pretending she didn’t want it. It was a dangerous combination. Vanessa narrowed her eyes at me slowly like she was trying to solve a puzzle that kept frustrating her. Unfortunately for her, Gabriella’s existence had already started infecting every conversation inside this pack house whether I liked it or not. “That redhead changed you,” Vanessa accused quietly.

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“I made her realize that you aren’t guaranteed to her. You’re not waiting in place for when she decides she wants you back. And trust me, Gabriel, nothing unsettles a woman more than realizing another woman already has the man she assumed would always be available.” "You speak as if I am an object to be possessed," Gabriel said. "In this world? You are. You're the ultimate prize. And right now, the Livers are probably drafting fanfiction about us based on the three blurry photos taken outside." Gabriel sighed, a long, weary sound. "The Spleens need a more productive hobby." I let out a genuine laugh. It was loud and bright, echoing in the quiet restaurant. A few people at nearby tables turne

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"

he said quietly. I found a small notebook at the bottom of the box. I opened it. The handwriting was neat. Slanted. Almost childish. “ Gabriella needs a mother who understands her life. Not someone pretending to understand how the household works. She doesn’t love him. She just wants the life. I see through her. A con artist, that’s who she is . I’ll fix it. Soon. He’ll thank me later. They’ll all thank me once that bitch is gone.”

She did—twenty minutes later, still dressed as she had been at the Civil Affairs Bureau. The library was different. It breathed. Dark wood shelves stretched from floor to ceiling, lined with books worn just enough to suggest they had been read. Two leather chairs sat near the window. A wide desk stood at the far end. The air smelled of paper, polish… and something faintly human. Gabrielle stopped at the doorway. For a moment - just a moment - something inside her unclenched. At least, this is a bit comforting. Then she walked in. She moved to the desk and placed both hands flat against its surface, grounding herself.

And why had he kept it from her? She returned to the trunk, digging through the rest of the contents. A few letters. A map of Wren Hollow. A receipt from a bank she didn’t recognize. Nothing else. No answers. Just a name. She folded the note and tucked it into her boot. That evening, Gabrielle stood in the library, staring at the rows of books she didn’t recognize. Eugenia had gone out for the night, leaving the house quiet but not peaceful. Gabrielle pulled a volume from the shelf—The History of Western Trade Syndicates—and flipped through it. The Virelli name appeared twice. Once in a footnote. Once in a chapter about “unregulated influence.”

" Xavier felt a little disheartened, but he knew better than to stick around. It was obvious that Gabriella was staying away from him to avoid any misunderstandings. Before he could say anything, the maid let him in on a little information. "Among Mrs. Ziegler's close friends, some of the middle-aged ladies wanted to recommend a boyfriend for Ms. Gabriella. "She might've turned down all offers for now, but once age catches up to a lady, you can never be sure when she will suddenly make the leap and decide to start dating. Ms. Gabriella isn't even 30 years old yet." What the maid said left Xavier feeling dispirited. When he returned to Lund Manor, Rebecca was in the middle of something. She c