Gail Gibson Novels & Stories

Judging from the smug look on Paige's face, I figured it was her doing. Senior editor... The look in Jessica's eyes hardened somewhat. Gail had been working for this TV station for several years. Considering the programs she'd produced, she had long since qualified for the position of senior editor. But previously, she had been blinded to reason by love and resigned, which had hindered Gail from getting a promotion. Now she had come back, and the two of them had had a hard job producing a couple of hit shows, but Paige was keeping Gail from getting promoted. The thought of it gave Jessica a pang of indignation.

More often than not, it was a woman named Gail Simone. A trusted member of the society, Gail had a way about her that made her conscientious of my wellbeing and good company during times when I really needed it. She was about a decade older than me, but managed to hold off the ravages of time so that she looked to be around my age. Her shiny raven hair framed her pale, oval face as it hung sleekly over her slender shoulders. Her nose was long, narrow, and in perfect proportion to her pixie-like face. It was a nose that I would often refer to as aristocratic in appearance. I couldn’t decide if her dark eyes were friendly or piercing. Such was the discrepancy in their appearance in accor

Why send it to me and not Charlotte's parents or even the Police? "Genie, are you ok?". Maise looks at me concerned with her big brown eyes. She's as blonde as I am dark. People would describe us as polar opposites but we work well together and have even formed a friendship outside of work. "I'm ok Maisie. Sorry, I'm preoccupied today. I received some unusual news this morning and I'm trying to decide what to do about it".

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

~Grayson "And when did Lexia go missing?" Resting my elbows on my desk, I look directly at the questioner in front of me. An immaculate, proper lady sits across my desk, clutching a pad of pristine paper in her hands. A Detective from the Discipline Pack, anxious to find out where my mate has vanished to. She looks painfully similar to Lexia too. Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair.

I couldn't stand losing Jovita. Gibson found the book and held it out to Jovita. She took a deep breath but stood staring at the book. I could tell she was scared. “You'd be fine my love”. I hugged her and planted a kiss on her forehead. She nodded, and took the book from Gibson, taking a seat on the floor. We didn't want her to fall when she passed out. Minutes later, Gibson was muttering incantations, and I watched as she faded to unconsciousness. Her body was glowing white, and her eyes were like precious stones in the dark.

At his Apartment He got to the gate and screeched to a stop. To his vexation, the guards refused to open the gate when they noticed that there was a girl in the passenger's seat. He honked his horn, and waited. Rather than opening the gate, Mrs. Gail, the forty years female guard, who had taken the place of Lady Mitchell Stewart and added mothering Johnny to her tasks, walked up to him with aggression written on her face. He wound down the window and greeted. “Good morning, Mrs. Gail.”