Faber Novels & Stories

Mia exited the large three story building admiring the outside as she walked on cloud nine. Finally, her time for revenge had come. As a smile crept onto her face she continued to look at the building with one hand cupped to shield her eyes from the beaming sun. The building was made with large window panels all throughout. The large window panels giving her a majestic feel about the building. The whole building reminded her of a giant rubix cube that was mid turn to having the colors shifted.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

she teased. "You're not my friend- we're not friends." I corrected, "I don't even know your name." "Fine then," she dropped her fork and extended her arm to me, blocking me from taking another bite of my pizza, "I'm Celeste." I knew what she was doing, this friend thing was all a ruse, I've had a bunch of other girls come to me asking to be my friend then going ahead, without my say, to plan a sleepover at my house like I wasn't even there, "Look, if you're trying to be friends with me to get with Blake, you can just come out and say that."

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

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

She explained as she took the pen out of the casing and showed it to Freya, though, still careful not to turn on the taser feature. “Woah, that’s nice. Maybe I should ask Hestia where she could buy that. I also would love to have that.” commented Freya as she observed the pen from the hold of Yulia. Indeed, even the pen itself looked so elegant and delicate, also the intricate carvings of vines and flowers by the body and the initials of Yulia were detailed and so mesmerising to look at to the point that she remembered that expensive pen: Graf von Faber- Castell Pen. but unfortunately, her time of admiring the pen was needed to be cut short. “And you should se