Gabriel Daum の小説・ストーリー

I’m standing outside waiting for fucking Valerie because the asshole hurried me up to now take his sweet ass time, when Vic returns. “Salim was just picked up for trying to hack into the FBI database” he hands me the list of possible candidates again and I pick again. "Damian Delacort, Samantha Shae and YS Jailbird bring those three in if they are looking for employment with amazing fucking pay after they swear in. I want them to set up a new system with palm readers I want this place tricked out in tec" he nods his head in understanding and again kisses the top of my head before leaving me.

Gabriel stepped inside, taking in the tension between us in one quick glance. "Bad timing?" he asked carefully. "Yes," I said at the same time Damien said, "No." Gabriel sighed like he'd seen this coming. "Great." He walked over and checked my chart, his expression professional but his eyes sharp. "You're stable. Stress-related collapse. You need rest and absolutely no drama." I almost laughed at that. "Good luck with that." "Exactly," Gabriel said, nodding at me like we'd reached an understanding. He turned to Damien. "We need to talk outside."

DAEM'S POV A girl got the attention of a young man named Daemon Gabrielle Santiago, a happy-go-lucky guy. Everyone knows him to be a lucky man, free, and just enjoying life.But for him, a person's life is only one, so he should be happy. His point is also valid, but everything is still wrong. Is that really the reason why he tries to have fun every day of his life? There are people who hide their tears in happiness, and there are also people who have fun to cover up the sadness of their lives. Daem didn't pay attention to her because she has a slender body, and especially not because of her beautiful face, but because of her eyes full of sadness and her face like an angel with an innocent fa

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

A man walked by his side, and I assumed that it was his father, Elijah, approached us, and looking at Katerina he froze for a second before shaking his head, snapping himself out of whatever daze he fell into. “Alpha Domenico” he said, looking at the Lycan who smiled. “Elijah, it is nice seeing you here” “I am part of the city’s businessmen, it is only right to attend such social events” he said, smiling at him before turning to face Katerina and I “my apologies for my rudeness. I’m Elijah Grimaldi, and this is my wife, Sophia Grimaldi”

"I’m sorry. I—I'm sorry for everything—," "I know that Gabriel was pulling your strings. He's a manipulator. And you didn't realize it, but you need help Daz. You need to get help. The fact that you let him manipulate you shows me you need help. You have PTSD, and it's bad for the club—,"

About us… Gabriel takes a step closer, his eyes gleaming with something dangerous, something knowing. “In fact,” he continues, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone, “I’m pretty sure the only reason Damien showed up tonight was to show me that he’s now worthy of me. To flaunt his little replacement for my benefit.”

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."

That’s when Jeremy, Antonio, and Isabella walked to the table. Since Gabriel always set some tables as his family’s, their family mostly sat next to each other. Leonardo was the oldest in the family, but Gabriel was the one who had been prospering the family and the first who had immigrated to the country. So Leonardo and Gabriel had their unique positions and status in the Da Costa family.

The real file. “Gabriel Roe” was a pseudonym for a man named Karl Vogler. Former Kommando Spezialkräfte, then a contractor for the private military company Acheron Group. Specialization: PsyOps and Strategic Asset Degradation. His last documented operation was “Project Consensus” for a German auto giant, which ended with the board turning on the founder, a hostile takeover, and the founder’s subsequent institutionalization. “He doesn’t destroy companies,” Kunle murmured, reading. “He dismantles the people who run them. He breaks their will, their alliances, their sanity. Then he lets the structure collapse on itself.”