Fnaf Gabrielle Novels & Stories

For the first time ever, Gabriella requested a makeup session. Maya couldn’t help but wonder what had just happened to her nerdy friend. She had been quiet despite her curiosity about her movements these days but at least she was glad that her friend was getting over Ryan’s death. “How do I look, baby girl?” Gabriella said, pouting her lips her way. “Like a nerd that you are with a touch of bad ass beauty.”

Finn finished telling the story and furrowed his eyebrows afterward. “Gabriella is definitely a jerk if she actually broke up with Xavier because of such a trivial matter”. Vanessa admitted and pouted her lips in annoyance later on. She suddenly added, “Wait, I'm still confused here, Finn. Xavier is so popular and even his mind is unreadable. But I'm not a fool, because I know that Xavier is definitely well loaded with riches. So, why couldn't Gabriella choose to stick with him since you said she's just a gold digger?”.

But personality had been what truly set them apart. Gabriella was the quiet one, the studious one, the girl who lost herself in books and the boundless worlds they offered. Daniella, on the other hand, had been the kind of child who found joy in dolls, dress-up, and parading through life like a princess. Even at six years old, Daniella had exuded mean-girl energy, basking in attention, demanding it, and throwing tantrums whenever Gabriella received even the smallest portion of it.

“Hey, baby, look who it is.” Gabriel was busy looking at the menu and was not paying attention to Gene. “What?” he answered but he’s still not paying any attention. “Baby, come on!” “What is it?” he said when she finally got his attention. “It’s Alexandra Nicole, the maker of Créatrice de Mode.” Gabriel looked more starstruck than Gene. He looked pale and was sweating like a pig. “O, hi! You’re the famous Gabriel Anderson. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut. Our sweet Gabriella. THE END

Gabby said, a hint of defiance in her tone. Adryan sighed and walked over to her desk, leaning against it. "Fine. You want to understand this? I'll help you." He picked up the file labeled "Gala Speech" and flipped through it. "You're a brilliant fundraiser, Gabby. You know how to work a room and convince people. You were a natural." He looked at her, and for a moment, the cold wall between them seemed to crack. "You were the one who had the idea to use the Gala to announce my presidential campaign run. This was your legacy, Gabriella. Your chance to build your own power."

Alanis said. "Retaliate," Sabrina said in her mind and scoffed. She wasn't afraid of anyone but Gabriel, whose aura was getting darker. "My dear, you didn't warn me about my rivals," Gabriel sneered while pulling her. She just leaned on him. "You have a very odd taste in exes." She suddenly laughed and pinched him lovingly. "Odd taste, huh, Lawson?" "Yes, I just said it. Alanis." Alanis was quite surprised that Gabriel knew him.

"This just came in to BNC Media. After Gaby Taylor had been reported missing for weeks, she is now back in Braeton City! Pictures of her surfaced, visiting her parents' grave together with an old, yet elegant-looking woman whom our reporters have now identified as... Diana Cromwell, Gaby's grandmother." "Our people were quick to track it all down! Apparently, Gabrielle Taylor came from a family of nobility and wealth who had long been living in Freedonia, a small country in Europe not known to many! It was where Gabrielle had been hiding over the past few weeks." From the TV screen, Lyla saw how the news anchor winked before adding, "And get this, The Cromwells of Freedonia is believed to ha

Gabriel sat across from Crystal, his sharp gaze piercing through her, making her feel uneasy. His eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, sending chills down her spine. Crystal's eyes darted to Fiona for help. Fiona, seeing the 'shiny' big shot, didn't dare offend him. She quickly wrapped an arm around Crystal's neck and said to Gabriel, "Big brother, let me introduce you to my friend, Crystal Jones. Crystal here owns a makeup company and wants to collaborate with your firm. Considering our good relationship, you're my brother, which makes you like a brother to her too. How about considering a partnership?"

The mention of a name that had never crossed my path left me disoriented, and I sought to clarify the connection. "Anna is Gabriel's best friend. She's joining us for breakfast," Gabriel's mother answered, her tone laced with a hint of amusement. The revelation caught me off guard; I hadn't been privy to the existence of a female best friend in Gabriel's life. The realization that he had kept this aspect hidden from me sent a twinge of disappointment through me. I had always believed in transparency, considering secrets as corrosive forces that could erode the foundation of a relationship.