Novel Gerald Novels & Stories

In fact, he hadn’t even read any of Noelle’s messages on WhatsApp! Due to all that, Noel truly couldn’t help but wonder whether Gerald really wasn’t coming. She also remembered him mentioning that he was going to prepare a special gift for a friend of his. Who was that friend? Could it be a girl who was close to him? Could Gerald already like someone else other than her? If Gerald had just been some ordinary guy, she wouldn’t have been bothered about that fact at all. However, Gerald was no ordinary person. He had several positive points, for one, his greatest being how strong and skillful he was. He was also currently a hero in the minds of several people. In other words, he was an outstan

“Can you all see? This tyrant has taken my niece captive. My poor brother will be rolling in his grave!” The whispers surged—some surprised, some delighted, some already savoring the scandal. Gerald thrived on it. He thought himself clever. What made Gerald think he had no right to breathe her name? Not to do anything I'd regret, I started to walk away, but he pressed, drunk on the attention. “You must think I am worthy. Or maybe I am a weakling. I’ll prove you wrong.” I turned back, closing the distance until I was close enough to see his pupils shrink. “How?” I asked softly. “With a silly little war?”

“Thank you.” We ordered a couple of drinks, for the first time I gave Gerald a proper look. He had blonde hair that was more a sandy color and really sharp features especially the dimples when he smiled. He is really hot but I can’t stop comparing the length of his shoulders with Nathan or his height or the way there are wrinkles at the corner of his eyes when he smiles. “So are you both divorced?” Gerald asked looking nervous. I smiled softly. “Hmm... let’s not talk about that.”

The old professor’s face lit up when he spotted Elena and Gerald together. “Elena! Gerald! Come over here!” He waved at them. When they walked in, Gauis's eyes caught the bandage on Gerald’s face immediately. “What happened to you?” the professor asked. “I accidentally bumped into something while walking. Elena has already taken care of it,” Gerald said with a laugh. Professor Gauis turned to the group of prestigious figures. “This is the Gerald you were just asking about! A genius in genetics I dug up from abroad a few years ago. I had to put in a lot of effort for him!”

Sam smilingly saying while she hugs Sarah. The man inside the storage room is the online technical support of the team, Gerald York. Gerald is one of the newest members of the team gathered through the cityscape when the first attack of humanoids happens. The team's information about him is too minimal because according to his files, he is an orphan. His parents died and murdered by tribunal people where they believed as the old humans. Tribunal people believed that humans must do a life sacrifice to give to their God named Steal. They believed that if they sacrifice life they will live longer in prosperity with the guidance and protection of their God Steal. Gerald is the only survivor and

I questioned Gerald who had met me at the garage, I had called him in not just to request for the information I needed but also because I was feeling s little uncertain which had filled me with a great sense of uneasiness, I couldn't just shake off the feelings that tugged unto the corner of my heart, even though I couldn't place it, I knew something was off, But as those feelings lingered, it dawned on me that I was getting uneasy because of the false news I was about to release, I quickly shoved it off, since I had decided to ruin George's life same way he had abandoned me, "You can trust me on that," Gerald responded in a firm and unwavering voice, with a smirk clearly on his face an expr

Gerald I thought I'd be happy to see her, but I wasn't. I was able to check her stomach without her noticing, and there was no indication of a lump. She did get rid of it, however. "It's good to see you again, Gerald," she says, her voice steady and her grin stoic. I decided to play along and give her one of my amused smiles. “Look who fell from the skies," I exclaimed as I walked downstairs, my chest naked.

Chapter 137: The Cost of a King Jacob's POV Gerald wasn’t looking so regal anymore. His clothes were in ribbons and his face was so full of desperate cornered-rat fury. He was crunched down, his own claws digging into the dirt and eyes glowing in a sickly fierce yellow. “You’re late to your own funeral, Jacob.” Gerald spat. I wiped a smear of blood from my lip and grinned. It wasn’t a friendly look. “Funny. I was going to say the same thing to you. Though, honestly, I expected a bit more... I don't know, flair? You look like a hobo fighting over a sandwich.”

If he's with him, it will always go out of my veins, and he acts cool, no matter what my babbling is. Oh my God ... in front of me, there is my fiancé, and I miss someone else? Please slap me, and please scold me. I can't control how I feel. My cellphone screen keeps flashing. Gerald : Dear. Gerald : short. Gerald : Rara, someone's girlfriend. Uncle's fiancé smells of dirt. I won't give him a month's ration, so be it. Gerlad : Short, Gerald is looking for a new one. Lots of young girls out there who want to be with Gerald. *

Nadia’s pov I pushed open the study door, the weight of it groaning and the familiar scent of ink and old paper hit me. Gerald was seated behind the massive desk andscribbling something with maddening focus. His sleeves were rolled up, hands stained faintly with ink busy and focused in the paper work. He raised his head up to look at me as I walked in. “Oh, they told me you were here,” I said, approaching towards him. Gerald didn’t look up right away. “You didn’t show up,” he said holding onto the papers.