Faber Novels & Stories

he asked once the system was running. “Cassandra Patrice.” Caleb supplied smoothly, his knowledge of her name was thanks to Magnolia and not necessarily because his terrified mate had been forthcoming with any information. He watched Iggy type in the name and then pause for a few seconds before attacking the keyboard in a manner that intrigued Caleb. Having been born in a time that had none of the present gadgets he saw, he was often awed by their abilities, but never bothered enough to learn more about them, he was quite satisfied with the basic knowledge he possessed.

Outright dismissal! Kiran’s remark shocked everyone. Ha! Steve was the first to snort out loud. Who was Kiran to look down on Elder Faber of the Lions Club? He leveled a cold stare at Kiran. “Are you blind? Didn't you see Elder Faber glide through the air just now?” He turned to Gordon and the others. “At the last Fawkes Entrepreneurs and Celebrities Summit, Elder Faber crushed a wine glass into powder with just a gentle squeeze.”

*heart heart* ~~ Maria thought she could, that it'd be as easy as saying her own name, she already practiced it over and over in her head. 'Your double is my nemesis from Spain,' she'd say, 'he has no good intentions and he is an irresponsible jerk who hit me and saw nothing wrong with it. He also tried to kill my dreams, so please, protect me from all of this. Shelter me.' And he'd pull her into a hug and kiss her forehead. Then he'd swear never to leave her side. It was easy, like ABC but now it felt like saying it backward, there was no right way to go about it and there could be too many mistakes, one mistake meant destabilizing the whole of the process, everything they had. She wanted t

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Another day of the same routine since I'm 12 years old. But wait, I didn't even introduce myself, I'm sorry. Well, my name is Pandora Vaughn, I'm 17 years old, I'm 5 feet 3 inches tall, and I'm in my senior year of high school. My parents are Charlie Vaughn and Melissa Vaughn, my younger sisters are called Shopie Vaughn and Charlotte Vaughn. Now that I've introduced myself, I need to run and take these groceries to my mom. - At Vaughn’s house -

I typed, deleted, then typed again. We want different things, Mr. D’Amaris. I want my company. You want leverage. -Valerie Blackthorn…

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

Because apparently Conrad Gabriel had refused. "Noah. It's the tenth tee of the same color family. Step out of blacks and browns please. My eyes hurt seeing you in these colors. Buy the maroon one. The blue one. And off white. I will buy you a hundred but not in black pleaseee". Conrad Gabriel facepalmed. He was sick of those same colored tees. But Noah. He loved the black family to the core. So here he was sulking, stomping his feet while Conrad Gabriel was frustrated.

I finally realized the Rolls-Royce with red ribbons was not a wedding car at all. It was a brand-new, unregistered car! The Faber’s Corporation employees quickly smoothed their collars and bowed to him respectfully, “Good day, Mr. Faber.” The words “Mr. Faber” struck me like lightning. It turned out that he was Marcus Faber, the CEO of Faber’s Corporation. In my previous life, I had only heard of his name. But I had never seen his face before.

"Ha, you really are the King Pendragon, just as tyrannical and fiercely loyal as the stories say. Seeing is believing, and you're living proof." "Liam, I've got to hand it to you, you're something else. To think that in just a few short years since I, Faber, stepped away from the fray, someone like you would rise up," Prince Faber said, his voice taking on an icy edge. His gaze pierced Liam with a frosty sharpness as he added, "You've got quite the ego, Liam, and you throw your weight around. However, remember, it's all about who's standing across from you. Today, I'm going to take you down a peg or two."