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Mariana replied, turning to look at Elena just in time to see her roll her eyes. "Oh, good," Gabriella said with a charming Italian accent, cat-walking towards them. "I don't want to be a bother or anything." Gabriella pulled off her coat, set it on the back of the chair next to Mariana's, and sat down, crossing her legs like a queen. A gift box fell out of the coat and onto the floor. Elena raised a brow. "Is anyone celebrating?" Gabriella rolled her eyes. "Obviously, no. I saw something at the store and thought of Marcello. Grey is his favourite colour."

"You need to eat, what do you feel like?" I thought for a moment, only thinking of one thing. "I'm only craving one thing." Gabriel chuckled from the corner, looking at me over his sketch book. "Not that," I grumbled at him, giving him a playful glare he returned. Xavier crouched, touching my chin to make me look up into his beautiful hazel eyes. The Heat made everything a kaleidoscope of colours, amplifying and enhancing everything. The greens and gold sparkled, mixing with the blues to dull them but not hinder the gorgeous colours.

“You what?” Sabrina gasped. “I want to meet her and know her in person,” Gabriel repeated nonchalantly. Sabrina thought she was having a heart attack. Gabriel didn’t look like he was interested in painting. Although there were few paintings she saw in the living room, he just didn’t give any vibe that he was into art. Maybe because his aura was leaning more into the serious and mysterious type. The type who seemed to focus on their goals rather than hobbies and leisure.

"He's processing in his own way." Catalina moved closer. The drawings were all in crayon, childlike but disturbing. One showed the compound, another showed people with red eyes. But the third one made her stop. It was the church with the red door. She'd seen Gabriel draw it before. But this time there were more figures inside. Small ones, maybe children. And standing in the doorway was a woman. "Who's that?" Catalina asked, pointing. Gabriel's finger moved to touch the woman's face. Then he pointed at Catalina.

But with the way things were going, there was no way she would get a chance with Zach. ************ "Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," Ruby called affectionately as she placed her leg on the bed, the gown she was wearing shifted to her thighs, exposing her private parts for him to see. Gabriel turned around with his hands inside his pockets. He was also shirtless, his tattoos were extraordinarily drawn revealing a rock-style life. On top of his chest was written, MUSIC IS ALL ABOUT LIFE. He stared at Ruby for a while and flashback to the conversation that he had with Delilah.

“Let me see the arrow.” Gabriel turned towards the desk, picking up something wrapped up in newspapers. “Here, please be careful, do not touch it.” Xavier took the thing, unwrapping it, and finding just what he had been looking for; an arrow. It was silver, but halfway to the tip, the silver dispersed into a darkish blue. He brought it to his nose, scenting it out…blood, he could literally taste it and then there was this weird scent, kind of like vinegar, but stronger, heavier… It smelled as though it could kill him even if he didn't consume it.

This is the card from back then. "The front of both cards features poppy flowers as the main pattern, but the new one is signed 'X'." Oliver carefully examined these two cards and asked, "Mr. Sinclair, what does this mean?" "I suspect that 'X' represents the drug traffickers," Gabriel stated, his gaze darkening. "I have a feeling that the downfall of the Pendletons is part of the drug traffickers' plan. Or maybe everything happening now is all part of X's scheme."

“I figure as such.” “What is he saying? Is he...scary? What does he look like?” Xavier asked, nervous. “Should I bow?” Jasmine looked at Gabriel in his bright green sparkling eyes that didn’t seem to look real like people thought about her. He seemed to be glowing too much for her to make out his ethnicity. He was an Angel after all. How could she describe a celestial being to a normal person? Her stomach did a funny flip as she looked away from him back to the road.

he asked, his deep voice steady yet tinged with anticipation. Amelia nodded vigorously, her chestnut hair cascading around her shoulders. "The Heart of Tenebris. It's not just mythology; it's our key to salvation." Her hands shook with adrenaline as she pointed to the heart-shaped symbol etched at the mural's center. "This sacred artifact—it's real, Gabriel, and it's here on this forsaken island." A slow smile spread across Gabriel's face, his green eyes reflecting a spark of hope for the first time in what felt like an eternity. "Then let us waste no more time," he said, standing tall, his muscular frame ready to spring into action.

They changed places in an instant, "You have a reprieve, Mr Swann, don't mess it up. Take the brush and paint on Mr Henderson, 'I will obey my Mistress.' and then you can paint his cock." Gabriel dipped the paintbrush into the lotion and gently began to write on Nick's chest. She could hear Nick's heavy breathing, and she could feel his nervous anticipation. Gabriel spread the words out so that the word Mistress was just above Nick's manscaping. The paintbrush dipped again, and Gabriel wound the brush around Nick's magnificent cock in a swirl, from the base to the tip. Around and around, Gabriel dragged the brush. Millie was dying to see what happened when Gabe blew on him. She nodded when G