Tessa Gabriel Novels & Stories

"At first I thought this employee was losing her mind, and I thought maybe that's why she resigned weeks after the new Advertising Supervisor was assigned to her department. Imagine, he talks about how he likes boys and all that shit... but then I saw a girl under his desk and was noisily sucking his ---you know what. And to my surprise, it was Tess! Mother Teressa, dear lord. And funny thing is, she looks like she's enjoying it. She was sucking so noisily I swear I thought the vacuum was on! I swear, girl. I swear on my mother's grave... I'll never look at that Mr. Lee the same. Specially now that I've seen the 'thing' he's been keeping down there!" ***** Only a few people knows about Lissa

he asked. I shrugged with a smirk “we were at home, im pretty sure”. he glared at me but his glare soon melted into pout. He pushed out his lips at me. “What?” I asked. He patted his lips and batted his eyelashes. I leaned forward brushing my lips against him and dodging. The elevator door opened and I stepped out leaving him shocked. The 24th floor wasn’t as busy as the other floors. It was rather empty and serene. A tall blonde lady stood up from behind her desk and smiled at me even though her smile was fake. “welcome Miss Santiago. Hope you enjoy your stay”. I smiled at her and headed for the door that had Roman’s name on it. I pushed it open and walked in. The office was huge and gave a

Tonya made a moan of disgust and walked towards the small kitchen to get her chores done for the brief moment Thaddeus was out of the house. Thaddeus slept round the clock. It was a dip of fresh air for Tonya, this was the only moment she got herself to read. She always imagined living in a fancy house with a massive archive of books in her library. If she had the power, her house would be just a huge library. She smiled at herself as the thought crossed her mind once again. It was always difficult, with everyone around, the constant greetings and chatting and so on, the noise from down the street, cars honking and the occasional noises of people fighting or shouting about one thing or the o

She wept and I sob together with her because nothing came to my mind. "Granny….!" Theo rushed forward to the gigantic flat-screen television. My breathing ceased as I dreaded his action. Unfortunately, he had smashed his right fist on it before I could get to him. The devilish side of him was awakened by the mention of his deceased elder brother. Theo was thirsty for more things to destroy as he moved towards the expensive window. I was crying profusely as I tried to wrap up how psychic this family might be. Even though I have witness it several years ago, I still feels mentally unbalanced by them.

"I feel tired and I want to sleep." "Okay, Your grace. I'll go and tell my master what you've told me. I'll let you rest now." Zita said calmly. She curtsied and walked to the door. She pulled it open and gently closed it. Rebecca heaved sadly and walked towards the windows. She opened them and glanced at the sky. The moon was half and was visible in the sky. The stars twinkled too. Its light-the moon-reflected into her bedroom. She left the window and walked towards her bed. She pulled the duvet and got in. She stretched out her hand and turned off the lamp on her bedside table. She faced towards the windows and slowly slept off.

Gabriel blocked her path with his body, not touching her, not grabbing her, simply becoming too solid to pass without a choice. “Move,” Tessa said. Her voice was flat. Gabriel stayed quiet. “Not yet.” “That’s Milo.” “I know.” “You don’t know anything.” “No,” Gabriel said. “But I know what traps look like after people have already bled on them.” Tessa’s face crumpled for half a second before rage pulled it back into shape. She shoved at his chest with both hands. Gabriel let her. He did not move. Not because he wanted to show strength, Evelyn thought, but because moving would have let Tessa fall into whatever the Watchers had prepared for grief.

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and

To dismiss the thought, I shook my head several times and then I edged closer to the door. My heart was pounding so loud I could barely hear anything else. Slowly, I reached up to slip in my hearing aid because I was desperate to catch every word. I needed to know. I needed to hear it clearly! “You know I’ve missed you,” Gabriel’s voice was low and it was so different from the way he talked to me yesterday. “You’re the only one who’s ever understood me, sweetheart,” he added. And at that moment, I pushed the door open just enough to see inside, and my stomach twisted as my worst fears were confirmed. Gabriel was on the bed, his shirt was halfway unbuttoned, and his body was pressed against…I

Tessa as Elena’s POV Back in school, Bella and I strolled through the hallway, chatting about the girl who had proposed to her crush and got rejected in front of the entire music room. Just as I turned to enter our classroom, I suddenly collided with someone at the doorway. A sharp thud echoed as something dropped to the floor. I looked up quickly and recognized her from Elena’s old photos and the profile of every student I’d checked online. It was Lucy. "I'm so sorry," I blurted, bending to pick up what had fallen—not a book, but a black tablet with a sleek black leather case. The initials L.W. were engraved in gold.

I snapped, getting impatient and I didn't fail to show just how much this time. "Tessa is not that pauper you think she is. She's from a wealthy clan, her father is the famous Lorenzo Vargas from H city," Gabriel retorted. I squinted my eyes in disbelief, my hands clenched in a seething anger. "That bitch! Did she hide her identity all these years?" I queried. "No she didn't, she reunited with her estranged parents when she left the country," Gabriel clears the air. "Hmmm," I hummed.