Novel & Cerita Gabriel Reyes

However, he stopped when he received a text. He paused his work and checked the text, biting his lip when he recognized the sender. From: Rich boy Thank you. Let’s get together. I’d like to thank you for keeping an eye on my cousin. :) “Shit!” he muttered, looking down at the bulge in his pants. “Fuck.” He pocketed his phone and finished his work before Agustin returned. *** (A/n: I will provide a brief POV from Gabriel, who is half-Filipino and half-Spanish. He is our main character.)

she murmured, almost like she was confessing a secret. “You’ll love it, baby. The beaches are beautiful, the sun’s always out. The nightlife’s something else too.” Her eyes lit up with excitement, wide and innocent, almost like a child’s. I couldn’t help but smile at that look on her face. “Gabriel is the Don of the Cuban family,” I went on. “We’ve had our differences, but we’re still close.” Her smile faltered. “But… Do you think he’ll help us in the war?”

Her father follows Kylie's lead and does the same, only giving her a hug before moving over to great Zander with a handshake. The other two in the back who I haven’t met yet move towards us with friendly warm smiles directed toward me. I tense a little clasping onto Oliver's hand a little tighter, not sure of the reaction I’m about to receive. “Welcome Luna, My name is Alex, this is my mate Meghan, we are Gammas of Liverpool,” the male bows his head in respect as they reach me. Oliver rolls his eyes and gives me an encouraging smile before releasing my hand and bringing Alex into a bro hug.

Gabriel's response came, each word measured and serious, "Back at the mansion as the only security. The 1 percent consists of Blanca, his Luna, Grinjo, his beta, Aiden and Carmen, his beta's children, and then me." A wave of relief swept through me, a soothing balm to the anxiety that had gripped my senses. The realization that I wouldn't have to worry about facing Gabriel on the battlefield brought a momentary ease. "Thanks for the heads up, Gabriel. You've done more than enough," I expressed my gratitude, acknowledging the crucial information he had provided.

He winces just a little and regrets what he has done. He knows that Isabelle is in a lot of trouble and feels useless, sitting around in the house and doing nothing to help her. He understands why David has sent him back to the house to wait and see if she arrives home safe and unharmed. He is too involved with the whole situation and is no good to anybody considering the frame of mind he is in right now. David needs 100% from his team and it is something that Gary is unable to deliver. But isn’t everyone involved really? No matter how briefly, everybody else who is with David Oswald knows Isabelle. The fact that she has disappeared and it’s implications on him should have an affect on

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

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

But with the way things were going, there was no way she would get a chance with Zach. ************ "Babyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," Ruby called affectionately as she placed her leg on the bed, the gown she was wearing shifted to her thighs, exposing her private parts for him to see. Gabriel turned around with his hands inside his pockets. He was also shirtless, his tattoos were extraordinarily drawn revealing a rock-style life. On top of his chest was written, MUSIC IS ALL ABOUT LIFE. He stared at Ruby for a while and flashback to the conversation that he had with Delilah.

I said and yanked my phone out of his hand. The moment I got outside and out of prying eyes, I looked down at my phone, his number was boldly written across the screen while his name was in tiny letters under it. I couldn't help but squeal in happiness, on the inside though, can't have them thinking anything of it. Blake's POV

My bikini top lies discarded on the patio stones beside me—I’ve been sunbathing topless for the last week, telling myself it’s because I hate tan lines, but deep down I know the truth. He can see me. Gabriel Reyes lives next door, in the modern two-story house with the big second-floor office that overlooks our yard. Ever since I came home from college three weeks ago, I’ve caught glimpses of him at that window—standing there with a coffee mug, or typing on his laptop, his broad shoulders filling the frame. He always looks away quickly when our eyes meet, but not before I see the tension in his jaw, the way his hand tightens on whatever he’s holding.