Miraculous Gabriel Agreste Novels & Stories

Gabriel glanced at them. "What's your name, Kuya handsome?" the little girl asked eagerly. "Do I know you, Mister? You're not familiar to me, are you one of the newly members of Elite boys?" she's hesitant to ask. “You can call me Gabby, but my full name is Gabriel Venturri. And I’m not a new member of Elite boys, I don't have any idea about it." Smiled at them to ease up their tensions. "I’m here for my business ventures with Brandt James Salvatierra. Actually, I’m on my way to Elite Cafè for our meeting.“ trying to explain but Marish didn't care about it.

Gabriel Santos rose to his feet, his figure was towering, he was many feets taller than me, six feets approximately, he had a muscular physique and he gave the deadliest gaze. Gabriel stepped into the light and revealed his face, unlike every other mafia lord who looked completely scary with scars and marks all over their faces, Gabriel was the opposite. He was handsome, I had to admit. He had heterochromic eyes, his left eye was grey in colour and his right eye was green in colour. It was beautiful. He had brown curly hair that fell across his shoulders and he had an expressionless gaze, one could never tell what he was thinking.

“What…changed him?” Pippa glances towards the door, anxious, clearly weighing the consequences. “Look, Ariel,” she whispers, “no one knows this, so please don’t tell, but if you’re to be his Luna you should know, and…you’re going to figure it out sooner or later.” I nod eagerly, my wolf standing up straight, her whole body still as she waits. “Gabriel…about five years ago he pledged himself to the God of Darkness,” Pippa whispers, looking into my eyes, her own shining. “In exchange for the power to protect this palace, and all the people in it, from the weapons and the magic of Moon Valley.”

Gabriel lowered his eyelashes with his head still held up high, his look was so cold that the handsome stranger quietly controlling a little storm using the dust on the ground slightly trembled, resulting the little glittering storm to appear in front of Gabriel eyes out the blue. Gabriel didnt even flinch or had a moment of surprise when the glittering dust appeared in front of his eyes. The moment the little storm appeared, he raises his hand and waves it to the side. The stormy dust was swept out easily, only leaving the dust that was used in making the little storm. Gabriel scrunch up his nose, stepping back, he avoided the flying dust with a disgusted expression on his face. The handsom

He saw that I was shaking, so he put his hand on my lap to let me know that everything will be fine. I told him "thank you" and smiled at him to show my appreciation. Don't look at me like that. Don't smile like that pumpkin. You're just tormenting me. He said. Gabriel is a handsome man with beautiful blue hazel eyes, black hair in a low bun undercut, with professional thick beard. Ohh sweet Jesus, please lead me not into temptation. The man in front of me is the best. I'm getting lost in his beautiful eyes.

Emily answered and lifted one shoulder in a partial shrug. Letting out a long sigh, Gabriel said, “Breanna is Marcus’s mate. He is my advisor and came with me to help me find Sabeastian. We called Breanna later because she is a witch, and we did not know if we would need her ability to cloak us to enter Rotterford’s estate. She has some healing abilities. She fixed the crack in your skull,” Gabriel finished quickly. “Now,” he asked, irritated. “Who is Miguel?”

She just hated that she hadn't given Gabriel an extra shot in the first place! Gabriel smiled, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and said to the chosen man, "Do you hear me? This compartment is reserved for you and Miss Mira, serve her well." The man nodded quickly and took Mira's hand as quickly as he could. Mira felt sick, sick to her stomach, how could she be so miserable, "Gabriel, what do you take me for? A woman for sale?" Gabriel's steps staggered and the corners of his mouth turned cruelly up, "And what did Miss Mira take me for, anyway? A piece of trash you can throw away whenever you want?"

The commandant’s cries of pain continued as his silhouette inside the flock of thousands of butterflies. Gabriel the Faithful, whose hands were trembling as his eyes darkened, opened his palm to release his hidden ability when a pair of shaking hands stopped his arm – hugging his arms just to stop him. The moment he turned to his side, he was met by the ashen face of his son, Angelo the Faithful. “Father, you can’t! Not now!” Aneglo’s whispered words were frantic, reminding him of what were at stakes – his long-awaited plans or his vassal? Biting the insides of his cheeks to the point where he could taste the tangy liquid seeping down his throat, Gabriel the Faithful lowered his right arm. I

She took in the child most of her people called a bastard orphan. Ten years later after Azazel had taken over Agron as its ruler, He had finally given birth to his pride heir. A boy of eight years called Uvras whose mother was Empusa. He had though came with his wife Cassandra from Talos a mother of two twin girls Irune and ivae who were five by the time he got to Agron. Empusa had yet settled for the idea that she was to be under Azazel’s custody to her very last breath until it all started again with the unforeseen help of Ivae and Uvras.