Novel & Cerita Gaston Live Action

Rebecca POV: I’m seated on the bed crossed, I have been more obsessed with the clone phone of Gaston these days. Just as I was about to close it, he types a text telling Diana, “I’ve done it” What does he mean? I can hear footsteps towards the room and I hid the spare phone under the pillow. Gaston walked into the room with an envelop in his hand, a bad feeling washes over me. He hands over the envelope to me,

"Hahahaha! If it's the Young Master leading us! Hahaha! We'll be able to… Pft! Hahaha!" The sound of his uncontrolled laughter echoed through the camp, drawing curious glances from nearby soldiers. Gaston, his face a mask of confusion and irritation, turned to the source of the amusement. "Excuse me, but what's so funny?" he demanded, his voice laced with displeasure.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

Yet, when he saw that Damian was still asking him for a car, he glared at Damian with full hatred in his eyes and growled, "Over my dead body!" "You're pretty stubborn, aren't you?" Damian asked with a frown on his face. He was displeased. Suddenly, he kicked hard at Gaston's head, and Gaston felt like he'd just been hit by a freight train. His eyes immediately rolled up into his head, and he passed out on the floor. The other drivers shivered hard when they saw that, cold sweat running down their foreheads. Could Gaston possibly be dead? Wasn't Damian being a little too violent with them?

She walked over to Gaston and held his hands in cute pout. "Gaston baby, don't be held baçk by the stunt Alice came to play here, just smile at the camera and let's shame them" Gaston's face was not laughing, he arched his brows. He broke up with her 3 days ago and she found a man that quickly? The movie premiere lasted well into the night until the music stopped. >Enzo<

Blood, sweat, and tears were their everyday eye jollies. Gaston Dante was sitting at the head of the table, his presence commanding as he fixed his gaze on Elpidio the second he entered the room. Gaston was a man in his early thirties, with a little scar running down one side of his face, adding to his intimidating look. "Elpidio," Gaston called, his voice deep and calm. "Sit down."

“You should not have made an enemy of Master Alex and coveted his wife! Today will be the last day of your life!” “What?” Gaston responded in shock, “He’s no master. He’s just a piece of garbage!” Lord Lex sneered. "He is the son of an old friend of mine. You treat him as you treat me. Do you think I’m a piece of garbage too?” Gaston’s eyes opened wide and his mouth was gaping like a dead goldfish. He finally realized his mistake. He was really going to pay with his life for his stupidity! Gaston quickly kneeled and said, "I’m sorry Master Alex! I’m just putting up an act for money. Master Alex, I’m not really lusting for your wife to accompany me."

"Ah! C'mon boy! You don't need to be so formal. Just call me Uncle Brian. That'll do." "Ohh! Okay, Uncle Brian." "You sure got a nice apprentice Mike." "Well! Guess what? He's the youngest and was invited by Mister George personally." "Wait! What? Damn boy! Good! Good! Alright, everyone. Get seated." When everyone was seated, they finally left the airport. As they were traveling, Felix got to know that Brian was a bus driver who worked in Los Angeles. He was acquainted with Derek, the current Director of the show~ Ghost Busters.

“I still don't understand why you would do such troublesome things. Do you want to take that woman away?” "I just wanted to make sure Lexie was safe." "What's next?" Gaston took his place next to him. He sat down on a big rock he found not far from where he was standing. "I don't know." "You're damn crazy. I've brought you this far for nothing at all." "Shut up. Do you have a gun?” "What for?" "Just answer my question. Do you have a gun and carry a gun?” Gaston lifted the hem of his shirt that hung over his buttocks, revealing a black pistol tucked under his belt.

It was unlike anything I had ever seen. “What are you guys talking about?” I asked, snapping myself out of my unhappy thoughts. A knock came on the door, canceling out my question. While my boys continued their game, I rose from the bed and moved to the door. I was shocked to see Gaston standing at the door almost as breathless. He placed both hands on both his knees as he sucked in deep breaths. Beads of perspiration rushed down his face. Did he run? I asked myself with my brows furrowed.