Gaby In Cursive Novels & Stories

“Are you sure?” Gabriel squinted his eyes on her. Sabrina nodded without hesitation. She placed the crumpled paper on his table and tried to straighten it. Then, she took the expensive pen near him and signed it without a word. “Sign it,” she said as she handed his pen and pushed the contract agreement towards him. Gabriel, however, stared at her with his thick eyebrows deeply furrowed. He did not accept the pen nor touched the paper in front of him. His gaze was intent as though he was trying to decipher her.

It was a note, not a bomb. I unfolded it. Gabriel's handwriting was exactly like him. Sharp, confident, slanted slightly to the right as if the words were leaning forward, impatient to get where they were going. I left, but I will always think of it. Eight words. No "dear Evelyn." No "sorry I couldn't stay." No elaborate explanation or promise or declaration. Just one clean, honest sentence that said everything it needed to say and nothing more. I pressed the note against my chest and smiled.

she asked, her brain too slow to out the pieces together from being intoxicated. "Oh, how rude," Gabby chuckled. "I thought he would have introduced me by now. She brought out a hand to shake Anne. "My middle name is Kayla."

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.”

the handsome bartender replied, confused. “What the—Gabby! Sit down! Don’t make a scandal!” Kesha scolded. “I’m not! And if I am, don’t stop me!” I snapped. It hurt. There’s nothing wrong with letting loose a little… Kesha’s POV “You’ve been going crazy over there this whole time. Did I stop you?” Gabby asked. What the hell is her problem? Why is she suddenly drinking so much? Damn! She’s drinking her favorite Bloody Mary! Tsk! That’s a strong hit! She’s the first person I’ve met who can handle five of those without flinching.

Gabriela closed her eyes. My little boy... “He wrote you a letter.” Her eyes snapped open. “A letter?” Charles reached into his pocket and carefully pulled out a folded envelope. “For you.” Her hands trembled as she accepted it. On the front, written in crooked childish handwriting, were the words: "For Aunt Gabi." Gabriela could no longer hold back her tears. Because in that moment, she didn't see Charles. She didn't see the past. She didn't see Samuel. She only saw a six-year-old boy who missed her.

Lucie’s Point of View I found Gabby sitting by the large window of the apartment, her silhouette outlined by the soft glow of the evening sun. She held a steaming mug of tea, but her hands trembled slightly as she lifted it to her lips. Her eyes were distant, as if she were staring at something far beyond the horizon. “Gabby,” I called softly, not wanting to startle her. She turned her head sharply, her tense expression softening slightly when she saw me. “Lucie,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Is everything ready?”

Almost impossible to notice unless you were looking for it. Gabriella’s breath slowed, and her fingers stilled. Engraved neatly into the silver band were two initials. A. Her pulse raced. A small, delicate heart followed. So small you could mistake it for a dot. Then, another initial. G. Her breath caught in her throat. “…why?” Her voice was barely a whisper. She stared at it, her thoughts crashing together. No one could see this. Not the press, not the people at the restaurant.

Gabriel was dismissing his call, and nature did not approve. "Oh gosh, my dog Frank… yes, he's newly mine. Thank you so much for your help, my name is Lucy Carrigan." She stretched her hand over to him, and he carefully wrapped his own large hand around hers. The initial feeling of skin-to-skin touching caused Gabriel to take a sharp breath of air. "Lucy?" he asked, covering his reaction quickly, but not fast enough as she raised an eyebrow. "Oh, um, yes it's Lucy. And your name?"

“Oh, sorry. Uh, my name is Abigail.” She tells him belatedly, in answer to his question. He turns to her with a smile and nods, repeating her name softly. “Abigail.” He gives her an appraising look. “You seem more like an Abby. Abigail sounds so stiff and formal. Abby sounds soft and sweet. It suits you more.” Abby can feel herself blush at the strangers words so she turns her head away, so that he is not able to see her reaction to his words. “My name is Gabriel, by the way, but everyone calls me Gabe.”