Harry Gabrielle 소설 & 이야기

"How did you know th— I mean, what are you talking about? I’m not attracted to anyone. I—I'm not—" "Sugar, I do voodoo shit. I own a tent at a carnival with a table, a couple chairs, and a crystal ball. I make stuff up sometimes. But when my magic works..." She made an explosion sound with her hands. "I just know. These lips tell the future." I think I forgot how to think. "Gabby, please tell me you didn’t scare her," Stefano sighed as he came in with Theo riding piggyback. "I didn’t. I was just showing her what I’m good at." Gabriella winked at me before excusing herself to grab a bottle of wine from the cellar.

"It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure." They had a lively conversation with Gaby later on, moving to where Olivia was to feel her skin. "She is a makeup artist and she will help change your look so you manage to stay incognito." "This gives me relief. But wait. Doesn't she have a family to go back to?" inquired Gaby. "She made this decision, honey. I didn't force her to. We ran a contest, and she knows everything about the plan." "Where will she stay for the meantime?" Gaby asked.

Mirabella's POV Gabriel was already waiting, as promised, checking his watch like he was timing my punctuality. I beat it by a few minutes. A small, silent victory. "Right on time," he said, then stepped aside for a tall, curvy blonde woman in heels and a short body-hugging white black dress. Her long, hot legs were very visible. Her hair was packed on the center of her head, this gave her a professional look. "This is Harper. She’ll show you the ropes. She’s been working with us for a while. You’ll learn a lot from her."

I have to stay strong for Her though, I have to have faith in Gabe. “Gabe wouldn’t do that would he?” Kelly asked me. I shook my head. “Not the Gabriel that I know. And he is crazy about Harper. None of this makes any sense.” Gabriel’s office phone rang. I quickly picked it up. “Hello?” I said into the receiver. I hope this is Gabe. “Gabriel?” A male voice asked. “No, uh… This is Tanner. Alpha… King Gabriel is out right now. How can I help you?” I said.

It’s for Gabriella’s birthday. He replies almost instantly. Harvey: We might have a few left. I’ll have my assistant check the inventory. What’s her style? Me: Bold. Exotic. The kind of thing that makes people stare. Harvey: Got it. I’ll have some pictures sent to you. Pick whatever you like, and I’ll bring it home with me when I return. I nod to myself, satisfied. At least that’s one thing taken care of. Now, I just need to get ready.

“This is how bad I want to meet him.” “Gabe is just some guy I’m dating, though,” I explained. “I don’t see why it’s such a huge deal.” “No, Harper. No. He’s not just some guy. He’s the only guy you’ve dated in the past however many years who isn’t a total loser. He’s the opposite of every guy you’ve been with,” she informed me. “This isn’t just some guy! He’s practically a legend, at least until I can see him in person and verify that he’s actually real.”

I moved to pass her and ran as quick as my heels could get me without tripping to the entrance. Gabrielle was there as he was ready to take his turn to walk. He saw me coming and frowned. "Get back. It's not your turn yet." He said. Gabrielle wears the cool look with a plain white V-neck shirt, a mint green leather material jacket, blue pants, and neon green and blue shoes. "I wanna see Percy, Harry, and Hermione!!" I was probably talking nonsense to him when I called Logan, Daniel, and Emma for their famous role names.

Hugo asked. Gabriella said, "Of course, who doesn't like good actors?" Hugo smiled. "You're right. I'll work hard to win an Oscar and show it to you." After ending the call with Hugo, Gabriella continued scrolling and came across another headline that caught her attention. It was written, "Henry and Hannah." Gabriella could guess the content inside, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she clicked on it. As expected, the headline was associated with a fictional couple, and it had sparked discussions among contentious shippers.

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.

Isaac replies with a chuckle and then we are stepping inside the portal and within moments we are standing in front of a cosy cabin. A lady in her late 40s perhaps came out a while later. Her chestnut hair was tied back in a tight bun and she wore a pristine white maxi-style dress with small blue and pink flowers printed on it. “Isaac Renaud, to what do I owe you pleasure?” she asked with a radiant smile before her smile faltered when she took in his appearance. “You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?”