1. Diavolo Prologue


    Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    leaves in the front and back yard…” Gabriel gripped her large arms and squeezed. The woman went silent hanging on to his every word. “I really appreciate everything you do, Sharmane. I really do.” Her eyes grew suspiciously bright before she sniffed and stood straighter. “Are you hungry? I can fix you up somethin’ right quick.” Gabriel laughed softly. “No, Sharmane. It’s really late and I just want a shower and bed. You wanna help me out with that?” He waggled his brows at her making her grow flustered. Sharmane sputtered and waved her hands at him, giving a good belly laugh. “Oh, you don’t change, do ya? Such a rascal, you are. Go on,” she chuckled, waving him off. “Go on with your randy self. Don’t be flirtin’ with me. I’m old enough to be yo mama now.” Gabriel grinned playfully at her. “Yeah and I bet you could teach me a load of things, eh?” Sharmane swatted at him as he sauntered past. “You big tease. Go on now, git.” He heard her chuckling and muttering “Lawd-have-mercy” to herself as he traversed the area between the formal dining room and living room to the stairs. Taking them two at a time, he ascended the stairs to the second floor. His grandmother’s room was the first door at the top of the landing to the left. Opening the door, he clapped his hands once to activate the lights. Soft golden light bathed her room, making the brass bed gleam. Her room was done in shades of cream and white with dark wood furniture. A dark purple bedspread covered the large king-sized ...
    bed and lacy Priscilla curtains covered the windows to either side of it. Striding past the bed, he went straight to the dresser, with its big ornate mirror hanging on the wall behind it. She didn’t have much on her dresser, just an old photograph of his mother to the left, in an antique frame, a smaller picture of him when he was about ten-years-old in front of that one, a porcelain lamp to the right, and in the middle of the dresser was the big wooden jewelry box his grandfather had made her. He’d never looked through her things, and felt a little strange doing so now, but his curiosity burned. What did she mean by saying he looked so much like his father. He looked nothing like his father. He didn’t even look like his mother. He opened the lid to the ornately carved box, focusing on the picture of his grandmother and grandfather when they were young just inside the lid. Both blond and blue-eyed, Gabriel looked like no one in his family. His eyes rose to the mirror before him. His complexion was dark, naturally tanned and his hair was like a raven’s wing, jet, almost blue black. His nose was sharp, not snub, his lips full over a squared jaw. His eyes were a startling shade of green surrounded by black lashes that just made them stand out more. Looking back at his fair-faced grandparents, he shook his head, once again wondering if he’d been adopted. Shuffling around his grandmother’s feminine baubles, he found the old key he was looking for at the bottom of the box. Gripping ...
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