Tessa Gabriel Novels & Stories

Carla paused before starting again, "Today, I Carla Victoria Gibberson, calls upon the heavens that are the witness of my judgment and decides you the death sentence in the name of the moon goddess, who has created us all and has created us kings and queens to maintain the law and order in the world." With that, Carla growled one more time before she bit into his flesh, making me gag at the sight.

Caleb may have a bit of strength on me, but I had speed and a hidden strength many underestimated because I am a woman. Moving forward I take a swing to Caleb’s jaw, which he dodges. I anticipate that dodge and catch him with my other fist under his chin knocking him backwards. As he spits out blood from him split lip, he smiles at me as blood runs into his teeth. “Well, well Kate; it looks like you might be hiding some power in that little body,” he says. “Oh Caleb, nobody ever says my body is small – thanks for the compliment, a girl always like to hear she’s small,” I say taunting him.

Panic grips my chest as I look at Tessa, her face averted, the wolf statuette now out of sight. Did she take it?, exchanging our transient connection for Gabriel’s good? The sweetness of the apple becomes bitter, as doubt taints the connection we experienced. I rummage through my cloak, hands shaking, yet discover only lint and blood, the missing journal a betrayal as damning as Lila's saliva in the square. Gabriel’s malicious throne extends even to this place, his agents lurking in every shadow, and I’m depleting my allies. Night grows darker, the shack’s silence thick as Tessa’s coughs turn into shallow breaths. I challenge her, tone low but cutting: “Did you take it?”

She sat on the couch and I sat at the table and took up dad’s half read magazine to see the contents. “Bel,” Lissa called. “Hmn? What's up?” I asked without looking up from the magazine. “I think you want to see this,” she said and I looked up only to see Gabriel standing beside a lady on the television in a press conference. “What the fuck is going on?” I asked getting up from my seat to sit beside Lissa. “Who is the girl beside him?” I asked her. “She is the daughter of the Thompson family,” she said. I took the remote from her and put volume to it.

"I don't understand. What are you talking about? What has Tessa done?" “Tessa." The name was puke in my mouth. "Are you truly blind? Your 'sweet' daughter is nothing but a lying deceiver, a user of people and a woman who discards men when they become useless to her.” She drew back, as if I'd belted her across the face. Her fists constricted at her sides, not quite as if she held onto something to keep herself anchored. "No. no, you're wrong. Tessa is a good-hearted girl, kind. She would never-”

She seemed reluctant to accept it, but when she saw me looking, she sighed before shaking Santi's hand. "Hi too. I'm Tessa, Tessaly Ramos." "Tessaly." Santi nodded, then stopped. "Tessaly... Aly? You're Aly?" Santi caught my attention. He immediately turned to me—shock and confusion were evident on his face. "Tessa is Aly?" I looked at Tessa because of what he said. Confusion was evident on her face. "How did you know my nickname?" "Nickname?" Santi asked, confused. "Yeah, my nickname was Aly when I was younger."

‎Then finished it. ‎ ‎California wasn’t home. ‎It never would be. ‎But it was useful. ‎Far enough from Greece to create distance. ‎Close enough to control my operations without interference. ‎And the people here, they didn’t ask questions. ‎Not the important ones. ‎To them, I was Isabella Reyes. ‎Businesswoman. ‎Entrepreneur. ‎Owner of a fast-growing luxury fashion brand that had taken the industry by storm. ‎They didn’t know the rest. ‎They didn’t need to.

Jim inquired again, in shock. “Yes.” “…T-that is… h-how is that possible?” “You look younger than I heard “ Rex beamed a respectful smile. Jim had been telling him tales of the underworld. “Snap out of it buddy, your guess might be the truth.” “You don’t mean?” “Precisely, Tess is the new Avis of the underworld from six years ago.” Alpha replied.

It was so thrilling that if I wrote a novel, it would surely become a bestseller. “Oh, I see. Then life was a little rough on you,” Mrs. Crane drew the conclusion I was so afraid to reach. I turned my gaze to Maddie who was playing a few feet away from me. The one pure and beautiful thing in this entire game of Beauty and the Beast. And how he spoke to me at my office I understood that the Gabriel Bates of Hollow Peak was no more. He left the same cold, calculating Gabriel I knew all those years ago in charge. I was in awe. He was speaking to me as if I were a servant or an employee of his personnel, as he presumably did at home. I felt like I was a problem that needed to be managed. I wishe

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