Gabriel Daum Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m not asking, Dad.” I looked at Liam. His hands were shaking but he held eye contact with Desmond. He was determined and I had told him if he wasn’t willing to step up with the consequences, that he should wait. “What do you mean you’re not asking. I’m your father. Who do you think will be paying for…” “I got a four year scholarship through the Guild. They found my dissertation on the benefits and capabilities of ley lines to be worth covering my tuition. They offered me a full ride and the option for a Masters.”

At the age of 26, she had just returned from a research expedition to the A****n rainforest, where she had been studying the diverse flora and fauna. Gabriel Kelvin, son of Helen and Simon, possessed his father's sharp intellect and his mother's warm heart. His deep-set hazel eyes mirrored the depths of his compassion and his fiery spirit. A talented artist, Gabriel had forged his own path, capturing the essence of life on canvas. At 27, he had recently held his first solo art exhibition in the bustling city of New York, leaving the critics and art enthusiasts spellbound with his unique perspective.

He must have forgotten that we were all born in the same womb simultaneously, so I’m just as dominant as them. “Is there a problem here?” I heard Gabriel ask behind me. I turned and saw him standing there, his arms crossed in front of his grey t shit covered chest, a pair of black jeans hanging on his waist. His soft, light brown hair was slightly damp from the shower he had just taken. “It has nothing to do with you, Angel,” Deo growled out between clenched teeth. Gabriel rolled his shoulders and clenched his teeth as he walked directly next to me. “If it concerns Ms. Daria, it has everything to do with me.”

“Okay, I called to tell you my plans on how to deal with that rat, Adrian Knight.” I met his gaze evenly. “Good, because he's already trying to fight for full custody of Nova. And he's... involved with someone so…insignificant. Insulting me and what I stand for.” Gabriel's grip on the club tightened. “Oh, the student?” I blinked. “You know about her?” “Of course I do.” He exhaled sharply through his nose. “Doyle's been keeping me updated.” That gave me pause. Wait, Professor Doyle—Adrian's colleague, the one who messed up my previous plans—was working for Gabriel?

Gabriel glanced at them. "What's your name, Kuya handsome?" the little girl asked eagerly. "Do I know you, Mister? You're not familiar to me, are you one of the newly members of Elite boys?" she's hesitant to ask. “You can call me Gabby, but my full name is Gabriel Venturri. And I’m not a new member of Elite boys, I don't have any idea about it." Smiled at them to ease up their tensions. "I’m here for my business ventures with Brandt James Salvatierra. Actually, I’m on my way to Elite Cafè for our meeting.“ trying to explain but Marish didn't care about it.

The lawyer beside Gabriel quickly began negotiating the compensation with Prospectus Technology's legal representative. Once they agreed on the amount, the Prospectus Technology lawyer returned to the company to inform Damon. Damon's expression remained cold. "He can afford to pay hundreds of millions?" Previously, Damon had investigated Gabriel and discovered that he was merely a researcher for a pharmaceutical company in Meristate. Regardless of his capabilities, it was unlikely he had accumulated such a fortune in just a few years. The lawyer handed Damon a check. "Mr. Sumner, this is the check Gabriel has issued."

I hold on firmly to the cabinet so that I wouldn't lose my balance. "Ego Bastiana consecro et benedico istum circulum per nomine Dei Altissimi, in hec scripta, ut sit mihi et omnibus scutum et protectio Dei Fortissimi, Elohim Invictus, protestatis gerum contra hexes spiritus. In nomine Dei Patres, Dei Felii, et Dei Spiritus Sancti, Amen!"

he begins to protest again. “Shush. Let me see,” I interject. I close my eyes and let Astrid do her work. We try to reach out to Clement, to communicate all the while healing him. Tears threaten to fall from my eyes because he is internally injured. He sustained so many injuries which have caused so much damage. Astrid tries to reach out to Dyson. He rumbles after her repeated attempts. ‘He is too weak… too weak to come back,’ he whispers. I gasp, and so does Isaac. Both of us know who Dyson is talking about.

One on each side. Damian. Gabriel.

Like Jake. “I’m Dan Gabrielle.” He extends a hand and the name rings a bell, yet for the life of me I can’t place it. I’m normally good with faces and names. “Pleasure,” I answer coolly, shaking his hot, rough hand and retract to stand as gracefully as I can to the side. My brain connects the dots and I recognize him. Dan Gabrielle is one of the Carrero’s top tier executives. He deals with merchandising the beauty and grooming products. I’ve heard so many rumors about this man, and his lifestyle, from the office staff. He’s known as someone to steer well clear of among the women. It’s only my stupid luck that I would get trapped in an elevator alone with him after hours.