Wes Gibbins Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sometimes he even gave Zane a run for his money, which was saying a lot, since Zane was everywhere. "So..." I pointed to the built guy with the blond hair. "... is that Wes Michels?" "Star quarterback for the Seahawks," Gabe huffed. "Hell, yeah. I had the guy write me down his exact workout routine along with his diet. I lost weight, and he put on twenty pounds of pure muscle." He sighed. "Sometimes at night I want to kill him." "Wow, violent." Gabe laughed then crooked his finger at a short girl with dark, wavy hair. She weaved her way through the crowd and jumped into his arms.

Upon ending the call, Gibby walked back up to Lee and grabbed his gun back from him. "What the f*ck are you doing? Have you lost your mind?" Lee fumed. Gibby shot a glare at him before turning to bow at Wilbur. "Gibby Lendis, chief of the Cendonville Special Forces. I've received orders to help you with your investigation. I'm ready to take orders, sir." Lee was at a loss for words, staring at Gibby blankly. Gibby hardly paid him any mind, not dropping the hand he was saluting Wilbur with by a single inch.

With the captions "Don't mess with my little sister"

It was Wesley Gibbs, the leader of the Phoenix dance crew. Wesley has been seeing hanging around Brooklyn for close to a month now, probably spying on us, or God knows what. Mayor Banks, the Street Ace, heard about this and made it known to Max, but Max made him keep it a secret from the rest of the dance crew, revealing it only to his girlfriend, Natasha Flames. As Wesley Gibbs walked closer to us, the angry Max said to him ‘what on earth you are doing here, and what do you want from us?’

"Hello, I'm Frank Caddel, Gabby's mentor. We can discuss further after we get to Niden." His last sentence was directed at Quinn. Quinn responded smilingly, "I'm looking forward to it." Another man behind Frank had just gotten out of the car. He walked up to them and introduced himself. "Hello, ladies. I'm Mr. Caddel's assistant. You can call me Wes." Gabriella raised an eyebrow. "You're the teaching assistant from the countryside?" "That's me," said Wes. Frank suggested, "It's getting late. Let's get in the car and set off."