Gabriel Reyes Romane & Geschichten

- I asked my father, never letting go of Angel's hand. My father's widened eyes looked down at our joined hands. Angel immediately pulled his hand away. I gave him a sad look. - The handwriting's not from Brady. Furthermore, it is signed “J.”. – My father says. - So who's that "J."? – I asked, confused. My dad and I look at Angel, but he has no idea.

It is too dark to see who attacked him so Gabriel hurries to the light switch. He immediately recognizes the body when the lights go on. It was as he expected, Javier came for his revenge like a coward in the night. His heart is beating in his chest because if it wasn’t for his dream then it could have been him that was laying there stone-cold dead. The dream felt so real like she was so close he could have touched her. He sits down on the floor with his head in his hands. The physical pain of missing his wife is so great that he doesn’t know what to do with it. He stays that way until the sun slowly starts to emerge and small light beams peek through his window.

He was amused and said, “Where the f*ck did you come from, boy? You’re not going to swoop in and perform a heroic rescue here. You should know that I’m the leader of the Internal Affairs’ special zone.” Gabriel liked his position very much and enjoyed oppressing the people in Southeast with his identity. Because of who he was, the countless moguls in Southeast would show their obedience to him. In addition, his uncle was Chase’s brother-in-law. “I’m talking to you. Who the hell are you?!” Gabriel shouted in rage after noticing that Adrian was quiet. “I’m the god king,” said Adrian smilingly. “What?”

He paused as his evil eyes turned dark with rage and hate. "Ask Rylie to give her chores. Remember to give her instructions that human girl shouldn't be harmed physically otherwise she will have to face me." Victor bowed his head and kneeled before him when Gabriel walked out of the place. Gabriel was half naked as he was exercising in the practice area in the backyard. It's been a while since he did an exercise from the time he returned. Even the time of his stay in the village he didn't much exercise because of his injuries.

"You know, Alessia, there's something I've been meaning to tell you." I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "What is it?" He takes a deep breath, his gaze unwavering. "I have a confession to make. I'm not just an artist; I'm also a single father." My heart skips a beat, and a mixture of surprise and curiosity washes over me. "You have a child?" Gabriel nods, his expression filled with a blend of pride and vulnerability. "Yes, a daughter. Her name is Sofia, and she's the most important person in my life."

“I mean, he waltzes in here from out of Nowheres with lots of money, and then demands you do crazy tasks as an interview for a job with him. Then he rounds us up like some kind of guardian angel or somethin'. Sounds a bit off his rocker, if you ask me. You know what I mean?” “Listen, Robert. I know he seems a bit eccentric, but Gabriel's the closest thing to a savior any of us has ever had. He's giving you, all of you, a chance like he gave me, to break away from Manny. If you want your life to be better, then believe in him and what he has to offer.”

Gabriel Carter. _____________________________________

The moment the car stopped, two men opened the doors, dragging Gabriel out between them. I jumped out, following closely. “Where are you taking him?” A new voice cut through the air. “Inside. Quickly.” I turned to see a man in his late fifties, salt-and-pepper hair slicked back, wearing a crisp white coat. He looked me over once before shifting his attention to Gabriel. Thiago stepped beside me. “Fix him up, Dr. Reyes. Don’t ask questions.” Dr. Reyes snorted. “You say that every time.”

After all, Yuka owed a lot of money, and she still needed to rely on him for her a-hundred-and-fifty million dollars debt to the Free Rebel Gang. He then offered a handshake and said, "I'm Gabriel, Great Guardian of the Free Rebel Gang!" Gabriel had taken the initiative to introduce himself. Although Severin did not have a particularly good impression of that old man, he was courteous enough to accept the handshake. "Severin Feuillet! Pleased to meet you!" "Hehe, you are a very generous man, Severin!" Gabriel said. At the same time, he gradually exerted more force on his hand, and Severin's hand ached as a result.

The restaurant stood quietly beneath the glow of warm lights, its glass windows reflecting the movement of the city like a distant river of color. Yna Reyes slowed her steps as she approached, instincts already alert. She scanned the entrance, the valet stand, the shadows along the sidewalk. Then she saw him. Gabriel Valesquez stood just outside the doors, posture relaxed yet unmistakably composed. He wasn’t checking his phone. He wasn’t pacing. He was waiting. When his gaze met hers, something shifted subtle, restrained.