Marinette X Gabriel Fanart Novels & Stories

It was something Gabriel had to deal with often. “Damn, I’m sorry, Gabriel,” I said, eyeing his small frame. Standing at a short 5′6", he had blonde hair and emerald green eyes. He was undeniably cute, and he knew it. Gabriel wasn’t shy about using his looks to his advantage, especially with some of the females in the pack. Getting away with avoiding tedious work by flashing that charming smile was his specialty. It often worked, but it didn’t help much when it came to Marcella.

Gabriel’s friend made me feel confident about my body since she knew how to flaunt my best angles. After the photo session, I put the robe back, and Francesca showed Gabriel the shots while she explained some of her ideas for the painting. I waltzed towards him and slipped a glance at the photo myself, and I simply just stood there and admired her art. I was beautiful in all those pictures. The images were sensual but aloof, as if someone would go yearning for the woman but wouldn’t be able to touch her. An angel. It was the theme, after all.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure." They had a lively conversation with Gaby later on, moving to where Olivia was to feel her skin. "She is a makeup artist and she will help change your look so you manage to stay incognito." "This gives me relief. But wait. Doesn't she have a family to go back to?" inquired Gaby. "She made this decision, honey. I didn't force her to. We ran a contest, and she knows everything about the plan." "Where will she stay for the meantime?" Gaby asked.

Gabriel: Fuck. I can't get that image out of my head. Grayson in that little red dress. Her beautiful, long, tanned legs, her flat, toned stomach, basically everything about her sexy body... Fuck... I can't control the dirty thoughts I'm having. The desire, the urge, the craving...

Xander’s fake brother, Noah, suddenly asks him. Gabriel and I turn to him, and we see his irises are glowing with a bright honey colour as he keeps his gaze on Gabriel, whose eyes are faintly glowing red. A look of recognition crosses Gabe’s face as he smirks, nodding his head in approval while the rest of us are looking between them, confused.

Maria wasn't interested in their drama and was just about to leave, but something caught her eye as she stopped. Glancing over, she saw that the fan who just wanted a signature was holding a painting. It was one of Robin's early works—a painting of a small Amaron town that had even won an award. Maria had been a fan of Robin for a long time and recognized it immediately. She had even tried to buy it once, but someone beat her to it. This piece was totally different from Robin's later works, so it was understandable that newer fans didn't recognize it. But Eleanor was denying it in public, as if it wasn't hers at all.

Great it seems we finally have a plan in place this is brilliant. "Road trip back to New Orleans I assume?" Garbiel nods his head and pours himself another glass of Scotch, Then makes another glass of sprite with 2 cherries and one mint leaf in it. and hands it to me. "I was informed Scarlette does not enjoy alcohol he states. "I am Scarlette and no I do not enjoy alcohol, would you prefer Mary?" Gabriel gives me a sheepish look , I roll my eyes

Oh, wow. Turns out his Red Raven crest isn’t the only tattoo he has. Gabriel’s covered in ink. He’s always wearing stuffy, long-sleeve dress shirts, so I’ve never noticed them before. His chiseled chest sports an intricate geometric design. His washboard abs sport a fierce tiger mid-growl, its claws hooking over his hips. He drops his pants. My mouth goes dry because damn! Gabriel Lacroix is fucking massive. Massive and thick and delicious. I can’t look away. He really is a sight to behold.

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