Gabriel Daum Novelas e Histórias

“The survivor network.” “Everything.” Silence filled the room. Gabriel looked directly into the drone camera. “Read the name.” The researcher opened the document. Only one name appeared. Damien Alessandro De Luca. Damien stared at the screen in disbelief. “My middle name…” Gabriel smiled. “Your father insisted on it.” “He wanted you to carry both our names.” Before Damien could speak, every monitor inside the laboratory suddenly flashed red. A loud alarm echoed through the vault. One of the researchers looked at the central screen.

Gabriel laid a hand on his friend's shoulder, which caused Damascus to stop walking and finally look up at his friend, his King. "You can talk to me," Gabriel said. Damascus knew that he meant it. Gabriel had always been his confidant. But in this case, Damascus was unsure of his own feelings. He was living in torment since finding out that his angel was actual a human marketing manager that his King was working to recruit to their kingdom. "Thank you," Damascus said instead. He needed to get his own feelings in check before admitting anything to Gabriel. He had already admitted too much the other night at the banquet.

“ I am so happy for both of you. I never thought I would see the day Nikolai would love anyone as much he loved his work, you know. We were all shocked to see him married. “ He said. I knew he was referring to the other dons. He and Esposito were the only dons we had invited to our second wedding. “ Really? “I asked, remembering what Viv had said. She had said almost the same thing. “ Yes. I hope my son has the same fate. “ Romano said. Instinctively, we both looked to where he was to see him dancing with Corinna. They were laughing, much to our surprise. We expected to see them flirting. I was just as shocked as Romano. “ Who is that girl Maximo? “ Romano asked. “ Corinna. She is my assista

"This precious gift we have been blessed with shall be called Gabriel. It means 'God is my strength.' We went through a lot and thought we had lost him. Even my beloved wife, here was in so much ordeal. I thought I had lost them both, but by divine miracle, my son survived. They both survived and I am so happy and grateful to God." The cheers and applause caused him to pause before he continued. "Thank you. His middle name shall be Braide, in honor of my wonderful father-in-law." More cheers and applause followed. Braide, surprised and emotional, hugged his wife. Boma saw this and was touched. She stood close to Donovan, happy as Donovan continued. "So, ladies and gentlemen, friends and fam

Soft at first. Then louder. Gabriel's smile faded. "What is it?" Samuel opened his eyes. "You've finally made a mistake." The laughter stopped. Samuel held out his hand. "Give me the photograph." Damian returned it. Samuel raised it high enough for everyone to see. Then he pointed to the date printed in the corner. "Look carefully." The Auditor stepped closer. His eyes narrowed. Then... He smiled. Gabriel's expression changed. Only slightly. But Samuel noticed.

I scanned the first few lines a thousand times, the words tilting and blurring as if my eyes refused to accept them: \ I am reaching out on behalf of Davidson & Co. with an urgent request for purchase of the remaining company shares. Given the financial strain and ongoing debt crisis, I believe it is in everyone’s interest to proceed quickly with the acquisition to salvage what is left. Please I will expect your positive response as I am badly in need at the moment.\ There was a signature at the bottom. Gabriel’s. His name, his style, the same little upward flick on the G that only he wrote.

Gabriel looks at me with his smile and back to the press while caressing my waist. "Isabella Montenegro is the head of tonight's charity. And yes, she is my girlfriend, the love of my life." And he pulls me to him and kisses me, pushing me softly so my body is a little bent backward. I know Gabriel's purpose. He wants the press to get a good pose like some models, so later he can ask the press to send it to him and he will put it for his background screen. Gabriel Remington and his childish side. ***

He says. “Or maybe human.” I add. From what Oliver said about his research, I think there’s a connection there. “What’s your theory?” Alpha Elias ask. I look at him. Trusting my guts to not trust him with my theory, I lie. “I have nothing yet. But I have a feeling there’s a third supernatural being that’s involved in all of this.” Alpha Elias sighs, putting his hands in his long length jacket. “I’ll keep in touch.” He insists, and zooms off in his car.

Was I really going to do this just to avenge my old self? . . . I was relaxing by the pool when a convoy of exotic cars arrived in my father’s compound. I took off my sun shades to see properly who the visitor was. Gabriel Damasco. “How dare you, Imelda!?” He growled as soon as he was out of his car and walked angrily to me. He was in one of his expensive Prada business suits—the devil wears Prada and Gabriel Damasco was a handsome Devil at that. “I assume you have received the papers from Hernandez.”