Novels by Zee Gabriel

When she raises her head, I find myself staring directly into her brown eyes rather than looking away. I allow myself to hold my breath for a brief moment before letting it out. Is that the case? Does Sharon...? "Is she...?" Abigail averts her gaze. "Are you dead?" Her query is answered by me. It was Marie who said that Charity had told her that. Her head is shaken in shock. That's a bad thing. In this moment, I am unable to fathom the anguish thatCharity must be experiencing. So much affection he had for her. It must be so heartbreaking for him to be so alone and so powerless, and he must be -" I interrupted her by saying, "He'll be ok." "He's no longer a young boy." Her outpouring of grief for Charity is so heartbreaking that I can't stand to keep listening to it. However, judging by the look on her face, it is clear that she did not appreciate the comment I made. Moreover, I add, "And he is not going to be by himself." As soon as she finishes her conversation with my father,

Another thing that I am aware of is this. Abigail Higgins is a devoted follower of my brother. Since she was five years old, she has. She did, in fact, follow him around for a period of time once. He served as her savior and her prince. During the course of the conversation, those wide-eyed stares morphed into sideways glances, which were accompanied by flushed cheeks and a twitch of the corner of her mouth. Upon Charity's departure to attend college, Abigail shed tears. Would she shed tears for me?It's really unlikely. How is she doing? In spite of this, I can't help but inquire. The door to the refrigerator is being shut by Marie. You, Abigail? She is doing well. Just as every other eighth-grader is, I am completely overwhelmed with schoolwork. When it comes to a math project, I am assisting her. I make a raised eyebrow. "I was under the impression that you detested mathematics." "Yes, I do," she confesses. "Would you like to take my place?" In a hurry, I respond with "No."

I continue my descent down the opposite stairway. In the kitchen, the light is currently on. A request for entry. That's how it is. The reason for this is because my father has not yet arrived home, and there is already food waiting for him. I choose to disregard that and run directly to the referee. Check it out. There is some casserole that was left over from breakfast this morning.One-half of a BLT sandwich, most likely the portion that Marie was unable to consume. I won't deal with that at all. There is cheese and macaroni. It is ham. To pickles. The chocolate cake cut into a slice. Wings of chicken. These are nachos. Now we are having a conversation. I grab the package of wings and the nachos that are now dripping with sauce, and I begin eating them on the counter. Before the rear door opens and Marie arrives, I only manage to make it through three of the bedrooms. This is her favorite stance at the moment, and she is currently standing in the doorway with her hands on her hi

Now that I've tied the knot with my fictitious fiance, I want a divorce. Since we were both children and lived next door to each other, I have known Joel. When I was paying more attention to his sibling than anything else. I am aware that it is scandalous. That is all in the past at this point. Right now, the only thing that matters is the final request that my father who is dying has. All he wants is to be the one to walk me down the aisle. The individual who is able to assist me in realizing that desire is Joel. However, the fact that he is a billionaire has drawn a ruthless adversary. In addition, I am unable to put my faith in him. I am being played by Joel. In the event that I discover that I am pregnant, should I still leave him? When we were ten years old, the roof was being pelted with raindrops. Depending on where you are in the house, it could sound like a calming patter that is perfect for putting a baby to sleep. However, this is not the attic. Just now, the sk

We’re silent for a minute, and then I add, “I know I pulled away first…but you guys aren’t innocent either. The way you treated me. I don’t think I deserved that. ”“You’re right,” Ellie says.“I’m so sorry,” Lillian adds. “Maybe we can try to start over… Go slowly. ”My heart bounces. “I would love that. ”“All of us made mistakes. I’d like to try to get our friendship back, too. ” Ellie looks down.It’s not perfect, but it’s a start. I need to prove things to them, and them to me. The fact that we’re all willing gives me hope.I listen as they talk about some of the things they’ve been doing the past months. Then I talk to them about Steve and tell them I have a new friend named Emery I hope they can meet one day.Each word is a cleansing breath. A compression on my chest bringing me back to life again.And I can’t wait to live.When I finally get up to leave, both girls stand, too. Lillian holds out her pinkie first, then Ellie, and finally me. We link them all together. “Always,”

I shake my head. “I was only lost for a little while, but I found my way back. ”Lillian speaks next. “Your mom was incredible, but she didn’t make you special, Emily. You did that yourself. We’re your best friends. We love you. ”At that the tears start to leak from my eyes. “I love you guys, too. ”“It hurt to have you push us away,” Lillian whispers. “We’d always been a team and though we understood, it sucked. And then when you started talking about this new boyfriend you didn’t want us to meet, it was like you didn’t care. You’d moved on and forgotten about us. We weren’t good enough to be there for you, when we loved her right along with you. ”When Ellie’s parents fought, she talked to Mom. When we needed a ride somewhere, we asked her. Lillian started her period for the first time at our house and my mom was there. I should have realized it hurt them, too. That they felt like I left them, as well.“And even after everything happened…” Ellie shifts. “You didn’t want to see anyo