Romans & histoires Gabriel Daum

She wiped Isabel’s injured body clean with a wet towel and waited for the doctor’s arrival. Xavi returned with the doctor, who did a thorough check up on Isabel and confirmed that she was in a coma, but he admitted that he wasn’t certain how soon she would regain her consciousness. Paulina’s sadness turned to happiness on hearing the news. She believed there was a glimmer of hope in her daughter’s case because Isabel was a strong werewolf.

For a second, nothing happened. Then a folder appeared. Only one file. Untitled. No date. No description. Just a video. Ama's heart pounded. Daniel clicked it. The screen came alive. A man appeared. Older. Distinguished. Powerful. His silver hair was neatly combed. His eyes carried the weight of countless secrets. The moment he appeared, Valerie gasped. Marcus froze. Daniel's expression changed instantly. Ama realized they recognized him. “Gabriel Laurent,” Marcus whispered. The name echoed through the chamber.

Xavier: When she first mentioned the name, something in me went still. “Lorenzo D’Amaris,” Valerie said with a small, almost relieved smile, setting the file on the desk. “He’s interested in investing in the new firm. It’s all legitimate, I checked everything twice. He seems professional. I am still checking things out, but the idea of someone wanting to invest is making me happy.” I forced my expression to stay neutral even as my instincts sharpened. “D’Amaris?” I repeated, slowly. “Where’s he from?”

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

His voice was so soft and filled with desire whiles he said, “Now that I know how you feel about me, I wonder how I can work without touching you.” Maeve did not want to cause his business to fail. Her mission was to increase its growth for Gabriel to become the most powerful and wealthiest of their time. “I won’t bring you trouble.” She tried lifting herself again but that strong arm restricted her once more whiles Gabriel explained, “Well, we made a lot of sales and there are lots of transfers needing my approval.” Due to the likes of Dylan at Cambridge Incorporated, Gabriel ensured to check all financial transactions himself before permitting the banks to credit the company account. That

"What's that poor thing doing with you? Haven't you dumped her for the last two months?" "She wouldn't listen." Damon focused on Cassandra, as he kept smacking her buttocks to make sure his cock got a way through it. I saw everything. I was pissed off. The gift I had bought for him was not even an important thing now. Damon was playing with my heart, and he seemed to mean it. "Damon!" I shouted his name once more, trying to get his attention.

“I am telling you all this for one purpose — do not get too close with Brad Dawson. He cannot cure your mother. He approached you for something else. And that is you.” Gabriel could not endure it any longer. He slammed on the table and stood up. “How funny! I am just a poor university student. What do I have that Mr. Dawson wants from me? “I will not allow you to insult Mr. Dawson any further! “Do not think that I don’t know what you are scheming here. You just want to use me to slander Mr. Dawson like how you did previously right? “I’ll tell you right now, there’s no way that will happen!”

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

"I had a teacher who taught me how to eliminate targets. Nothing more." Gabriel offered a faint, deeply amused smile. "And an incredibly stubborn, prideful student, if my memory serves." Vincent groaned loudly from the chair, tilting his bruised head back. "If everyone in this room is completely finished reminiscing over the old days... I would profoundly appreciate someone untying these high-tensile cords." Matteo stepped forward, ignoring the plea entirely. "Why break your retirement to save him, Gabriel?" Gabriel’s lighthearted demeanor instantly vanished, his expression turning dangerously serious as he tapped his cane against the concrete. "Because Vincent Hale is the last living man on