What Did Gabriel Agreste Wish For Novels & Stories

Gabriel let it slide; hearing Leonard speak to him at all was enough. “I suppose I’ll ask for forgiveness later.” Leonard didn’t reply. For a few moments, they stood in silence. Then Leonard broke it with an unexpected question: “Do you believe in God, Monsieur Gabriel?” Gabriel paused mid-drag, holding the cigar between two fingers as he studied Leonard. A slight smile crossed his face. “I didn’t at first. But I came to believe in God when He granted me the two things I desired most.” “What did God grant you that made you believe?”

Alpha Gabriel’s voice out, making my eyes shift back at him. “No, I am not, unfortunately.” I uttered trying to fake disappointment. “My group is just ordinary, Mother Earth didn’t bless us with such powers.”I continued with a sigh. “Hmmm….Interesting” Gabriel said scratching his short stubble. “Tell me little gipsy, how a nobody like you end up married to Kade Greystone?” He asked me, observing my every move. So he knew I married Kade. “I made a deal with him” I heard myself saying and Gabriel's eyes went wide surprised.

He was shirtless with his legs covered with leather pants and long boots. Gabriel was supposed to come back tomorrow but the hunt went well and they were able to gather a good amount of food. He even rescued a few rogues and gave them a place in his kingdom. Leaving the last few works on Victor he decided to come back to the castle. Fuck castle! He wanted to come back to her. He missed her scent. He missed her so damn much that even he was confused. He was never this obsessed with anyone or anything before then why her?

He asked and Jonathan turned around, grabbing my hand. It was obvious he was sick of this but I was proud of him and couldn't wait to tell him. “I WANT YOUR WIFE, Knight. Whether you were going to agree to the wishes of Ezekial or not. My mind is already made up, so in the spirit of negotiation, I dare to say, giving you two an opportunity to keep things amicable and just hand over your wife to me, in exchange for peace between your families.” As soon as Gabriel completed his words, Jonathan grabbed his shirt and literally pulled him off the ground by his shirt like a high school bully, being that he was taller than him and more muscular.

I bit the inside of my lip, pressing my back hard against the carved wood of the bedpost to hide the tremor in my knees. "You're bleeding again," Gabriel noted quietly. He looked down at his thumb, where a tiny smear of my dried blood stained his pale skin. He didn't wipe it off. Instead, he rubbed his fingers together, feeling the texture of it. "Your family gave us a girl with no land, no gold, and a belly full of dark ash. And Alexander thinks he's securing a border."

“But why did you actually agree? You didn’t have to. You could have just ignored me and waited for her like you always do. So why say yes?” Gabriel didn't look at me. He looked out the window at the passing city. "Because," he said quietly. "Nobody would ever believe I could control you. And I think, for a long time, I’ve wanted to be around something that I didn't have to keep in a cage." I didn't have a witty comeback for that. I just sat there, the silk of my dress rustling as the car turned a corner. “The gala is tomorrow night,” Gabriel said, breaking the tension. "I will have a stylist send over options. Nothing 'loud,' Olivia."

"This is... too much." Lívia laughed, standing up and pulling the belt, freeing his wrists. "Too much?" she taunted, her fingers tracing his chest, her nails leaving red marks. "This is just the beginning, Father. Tomorrow, at the altar, you're going to give us everything." She kissed him, the taste of Ana still on her lips, while Ana stood up, her brown eyes shining with a silent promise. They left, leaving Gabriel on his knees, his cassock torn, his body marked by scratches and desire. He looked at the statue of Saint Sebastian, the arrows seeming to point at his heart, and knew the next night would be his damnation.

As cool, arrogant and aloof as Lloyd and Christian dubbed him as, Gabriel cared immensely about his happiness and that of his future partner. But Lila had obviously not bought his sell. She went on about how Gabriel needed to get married, produce an heir. And whether he liked Leonica or not, she liked her and would only approve of the sweet girl, as she had addressed her with, being her granddaughter in law. Gabriel remembered that being the one that broke the camels back. He snapped, accused his grandmother of wanting to force him into an unhappy marriage just like she had done to his father. She wanted him as miserable as she had made his father.

"Come here, child. Sit with me." "It's nice to meet you, Gaby," greeted Lester. "You look very similar to Genevieve and.. I am sorry to hear about your mother's passing." "While I am sorry about Genevieve, I am curious what brings Gaby here?" Gloria probed, lazily shifting her gaze to Diana and to the other end of the table where Gerald Cromwell sat. She scoffed and inquired, "Is she suddenly interested in the wealth of the Cromwells?" Gabrielle, clothed in a traditional stylish dress, instantly frowned and answered, "There is more to life than wealth. Freedom, independence, life experiences, and true love."

“My name’s Gabe. But your people have called me all sorts of things.” “You… you made us?” June’s voice barely escaped her. Something tugged at her heart. This guy didn’t feel like a god. He felt, somehow, like a gentle grandfather. “I planted the seeds of life,” Gabe said, leaning against the counter. “I wanted to see something beautiful grow. But those Architects—they were just my helpers. They got greedy. They wanted to take the harvest before it was ready, sell the energy to the dark Void. They turned my garden into a cold factory.”