Faber Novels & Stories

Yaslyn pressed. Fabia hemmed and hawed, struggling to find the right words but ultimately saying nothing. "What's the matter? Are you unwilling, or have you been threatened?" Yaslyn inquired further. Fabia shook his head, his response causing Yaslyn's eyebrows to furrow. "I don't know who he is." "Do you remember what he looks like?" After pausing for a moment, Fabia began cautiously, "He's quite handsome and appears gentle, but his eyes are cold. Most notably, he has a tiny butterfly-shaped pink scar near his eyebrow."

With my laptop in hand, I got into the bed for a short break before I have dinner with the PA of Fabrico. My fingers pressed down on the buttons typing Fabrico Zunino Valenquez. An image of him popped up first. The same Image Kay showed to me last night. I scrolled down to read more important deets like his age, color of his eyes, and if he has a spouse.

#Unfulfilled_Love #Sabiha_Moyuri

“Olivia?” She wrinkled her nose. “Too old-fashioned. Besides, they don’t have Olivia personalities.” Abel laughed, leaning back against the couch. “Alright, so you pick something better.” Abel pulled out his phone and started scrolling through G****e. “Seriously, Abel? G****e?” Regina stared at him, horrified. He scratched his head sheepishly. “Well… help me out, please?” She rolled her eyes but eventually gave in. As he kept scrolling, he suddenly said, “Faye.”

"What the hell is this? How dare you lie to us, calling it an Elixir of Life? Do you think we're idiots?" "Look at Mister Yaegar! He was generous enough to gift a real Cezanne painting, and you have the nerve to come up with something like this?" Freddie jeered as well. Fabian was the only one keeping silent. He knew how powerful Wilbur actually was and was pretty certain the Elixir of Life was not a fake. If it could really make one live longer, though, it would definitely be worth much more than a mere painting. Faye sighed. "Wilbur would never lie to you, Grandpa. He's also the boss of Cape International. He more than deserves to marry someone from the Yves family."

Eliza couldn't help but scowl as she examined the individual in front of them. "What do you require?" Eliza, who was irritated, didn't bother to hide her discontent as she sent a light glance in his direction. Fabian couldn't help but take a couple of glances at Eliza, clearly struck by her beauty, while smiling cordially and taking no note of Eliza's attitude. Fabian concentrated his entire concentration on Eliza, as though entranced by her beauty, without even acknowledging or looking in Riel's direction. "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Fabian Kortan, and I am a third-year Ranked 11 son of Grand Elder Randolf. May I have the honour of learning the name of this lovely lady?

He fixed on houses and appliances. Kita looked at me and rolled her eyes. "Girl you might have let your future walked away. You gave that wack ass Damien a change. That man was too damn fine to turn down. If i wasn't married, I'll call his ass. I'm tempted to call him for you." She said with a shake of her head. "Girl bye. I don't need another man. I need my kids. And Hoe don't worry bout my kitty. I got enough toys to keep her satisfied. " i said with a laugh. We got up to walk to our cars.

Warning⚠⚠: this chapter is a bit emotional My mom has been behaving very strange lately, receiving strange calls and crying after receiving those calls. I have tried asking her what it was but as usual, she doesn't open up. "mom I am fade up with all these shit, can you stop crying and tell me what the hell is wrong with you" I said "language", she said Oops!! even in a bad condition she still care about my language. so funny I said sarcastically

The deafening silence seemed like it lasted for hours. "Was the food delicious?" she asked out of the blue. He lifted his gaze at her in shock. "Mh?." "I mean dinner, was it nice?." "Oh, sure it was." "Sabina is a very good cook, unlike Zara." "Sorry, which are Sabina and Zara?" Jason asked confused. Sophia smiled knowing he was always never down to earth. "Sabina is the short one, then Zara tall and lanky." "Just like you" he added jokingly.

She paused, waiting to see if he had any objections. “I want you to make Fernando a stronger werewolf. He may be a Martinez by name and blood, but he lacks the fire of a true Martinez.” Isabel was concerned for her cousin’s well being. His lack of interest in becoming a warrior werewolf worries her a lot, and it was already too late to get her dad to train him because he would break under her dad’s supervision. So she wanted him to be in the care of her mate, who was a strong werewolf, but at the same time a compassionate one.