Gabriels Redemption Novels & Stories

Gabriel looks younger and more handsome than before] This bio really can make an old person around 45 and above, vomit blood out in the spot. Gabriel other hand carried a phone that is Bluetooth by the earphone that is stuffed at his right ear as he listened quietly to the modern song that is being played while scrolling down expressionlessly at the news that was being displayed at the screen of his phone. "Warning Red Alert 3C danger level, please if you are at Bailou City, please evacuate immediately, Heroes 5A and above, please have yourself teleport to Bailou City and evacuate the ordinary citizens and solve the intruder immediately.

Axel had adopted them and made them his own after seeing the way they were being mistreated by the family. I thought Axel had helped them by being kind-hearted, but who knows he has seen into these kids and knew their potential. The twins, as young as they were, had a lot of talent. Little Nine, as young as he is, is a sharpshooter, while Little Red, got his name from his red hair, is a fighter. Axel had trained them hard, just for them to be his bodyguard. That's why I am being conflicted right now because Axel never helps anyone for free.

I also wanted to kill them. “The war was ugly. But the worst of it, was right at the start. Jamie and Lana were called out for a strange sighting. Lana was a badass wolf, a warrior as good as the best of them. They went together, along with a handful of warriors to investigate. Two wolves returned. And neither was Jamie or Lana. These wolves were badly beaten. They spoke of how they were ambushed as they came around the bend of the largest rock. How they were waiting on the rocks and came down upon them. They couldn’t smell them, couldn’t sense them. They were invisible. And the first things they did, was kill your parents.” “Who.”

AUTHOR'S POV BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. The red warning banners flooded the massive monitors covering the southern wall of the packhouse server room. Chandler Gaunt gripped the edge of the metal console, his knuckles turning entirely white. Reclaiming his ex-wife and her billions at the upcoming Blood Moon Summit remained his only path out of complete bankruptcy, but right now, his own pack was crumbling around him. Dex’s fingers flew across the mechanical keyboard, sounding like a violent hail storm on a tin roof.

"To be honest Mia, I felt great and alive, I haven't felt this way for a long time, even with Matthew, am I crazy? I questioned "Come on Claire, no you are not, what you had with Jonathan wasn't just a thing to be forgotten, you were married to the guy, so it understandable if it brought back certain feelings you have been trying to conceal" Mia chipped in "But why do I feel so guilty, why do I feel like I just committed a grave sin" Mia held my hand, squeezing my palm gently as she continued to speak. "Now tell me what do you feel guilty for, sleeping with Jonathan or cheating on Matthew"

But as I thought about Alpha Silas’s five hundred warriors waiting at the border gate, and the thousands of free people sitting in the dark subway tunnels, the cold, permanent anger inside my chest flared back to life. I walked straight toward the first engine, my boots slipping in the greasy diesel fuel. "Calista, no!" Kael cried out, his hand reaching for my shoulder. "Hold the door, Kael!" I ordered him, my voice simple, fast, and steady as stone. "Trust me!" I pressed both of my bare palms flat against the thick glass pane of the first engine base. The magical feedback hit me like a runaway train. A blinding flash of green lightning snapped out from the runes, burning through my clothes

I was close, motioning and massaging, increasing my intensity, and then a gush of euphoria. Fucking bastard. But that bastard has been behind many of my climaxes lately, if not all. Miguel I took her in my arms. Compassion gripped me, seeing her in this state. Especially when she was bawling her eyes out. I didn’t think she could ever become this person. While our moments together were short-lived, she left the impression of someone who had it quite figured out. “Of course, there is redemption for you,” I comforted, “If there is anything you could have picked from that convent, its redemption is for everyone. Including you, Gaby.”

Gabriel closed his eyes briefly. “When this comes out,” he said, “no one survives it clean.” “I know,” she replied. He opened his eyes again. “Then we’re already past redemption.” Outside, sirens wailed unrelated, unaware. Inside, two identities lay shattered on the floor between them. Raven was Amarah. The Big Boss was Gabriel. And Yna stood unknowingly between them— the one thing neither of them was willing to destroy. To be continued.

He was trying for her to feel what he was feeling. "Lily I... I have committed many sins in my past. I have killed mercilessly. I've ruined many people's lives just for fun. Most importantly, I have betrayed people. And I regret that. All of that." He took a deep breath gazing into her loving eyes. "I want someone to pull me out of this guilt. Sometimes I want nothing more than to cry my eyes out because I'm tired of carrying this strong facade. But I can’t." He sucked in a deep breath before continuing to speak “Will you do that for me? Will you pull me out of this guilt? Can I trust you with my deepest secret? Will you promise not to judge me for what I have done?" His eyes were begging fo

Annabella still was puzzled on how her mate found out, disappointingly glancing at the alpha prince, she facepalmed herself. "The night will be longer than the storm," the maid Mia added in spur, standing next to her Luna, down to the hard breathing men. "That reminds me, the storm came with surprise. It usually takes three years, but it hasn't even been two years. Why today? Is the moon goddess warning us of something". Annabella narrowed her eyes at the dramatic Mia, although she wouldn't deny the fact of the truth. "Continue wiping them, and don't stop until the humans are found," Cain ordered. They refused to be dutiful, then they should be inflicted by wolf beans.