Novels by Gabrielle's Books

On Tuesday afternoon, his car drove up the road and parked on the other side of the prison gates. The motor died down and we fell under a tense silence again, one that had followed us the whole way there. He sighed lowly, his hands running up and down his thighs nervously. "Thank you for coming," he whispered and I hummed.

I had woken up in the same uncomfortable position, one numb hand hanging off the couch. My neck painfully cracked as I sat up, my joints stiff and uncooperative. I hadn't slept on someone's couch in a while.I walked past Caleb, placing my hand under his nose like in the movies to see if he was still breathing. Thankfully — or perhaps unfortunately —, a warm puff of air blew

Caleb tailed behind me as we walked towards my car and I realized that during the summer we had spent together, he had never been the passenger in my lousy excuse for a vehicle. He had made me like car rides, mostly because that was the bulk of what we did together. He would pick me up at three in the morning and we would just drive around the town that was fast asleep. It felt like a different reality, being awake when most of the world had stopped for the night. I liked watching the sky start to get lighter and the birds singing to the new day. I liked hearing peoples alarm go off through the open windows and their groans at having to get up and start the routine all over again.&n

My first day of class hadn't gone down as expected. For one, I had been at least ten minutes late to my early morning class, mostly due to the fact that I had spent fifteen minutes looking for my keys. The professor had sent a glare my way and I had attempted to discreetly slip into an empty chair at the front of the class. Thankfully, I wasn't the latest of his students; a few minutes later, a ratty looking guy had walked in nonchalantly, to the professor's annoyance. I had scurried around school the entire day, trying to find my

While Avery was out smoking on the balcony with a few of her friends who had arrived early, I was busy picking up the last of the more valuable things we owned and hiding them away in our respective rooms. If it was anything like the last party she had thrown, people would start arriving any minute, accompanied by a few of the friends they had "forgotten" to mention were coming beforehand.I didn't know many of them other than the ones in her nursing program who came over often. They were mostly people she had met in College and a few guys from High

To be honest, life — more times than not — sucks. No matter the angle you look at it from, there will always be something there that ruins whatever silver lining you can find. In retrospect, looking at the rest of my life in such an unfavourable light probably wasn't the best plan, but I couldn't help it: life just sucked.When I would call my Mom a pessimist, her reply would always be: "I'm not a pessimist, I'm a realist." I always found it annoying until one day, someone pointed their finger at me and called me a killjoy, to which I rep