Faber Novels & Stories

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

Almost down , he walked in. I stopped dead in my tracks , this man looked like a god ! This was the broadest shoulder I've seen , he is tall , fair tanned skin , forcefully lifting my eyes to his face , I got the best sight , his face was well structured , the nose was definitely pointed , then his lips , cherry pink . Isabella stop! I cleared my throat trying to find my voice , "hi , good evening , my name is isabella and this is my mother, I..." "Yes I know everything about you , who should be doing the introduction is myself"

His face was serious, his tone firm yet calm. “I am Nathan Drake Sebastian, always the husband of Queen Elisabeth. I want to clarify a few things,” he said. “Fabby has indeed worked at this company for five years. I acknowledge her work has been quite good. However, I didn’t expect that behind it there was a malicious intent.”

Steven asked afterwards "Yeah, sure. That's fine by me. Most people prefer to call me Van or Barbie, even after knowing Dana is the short form of my name" "Barbie? Why Barbie?" Steven suddenly became curious "Well, that's because I own a doll producing company, Dana's Collection" Vandana batted her eyelashes "Oh, wow! You produce dolls! That's really nice" Steven said, knowing for sure that she was earning millions. He knew how high the demand for dolls was in New York City. He suddenly began to wonder why he had never learnt about the company not until now. Well, his question was answered when his subconscious reminded him that he had no kids or a relative that was a toddler.

she says blowing on the mug before taken a sip “ Why do I feel connected to her?” I asked my wolf Max confused at this warm feeling I got on the inside the moment I laid eyes on her. “ she's smells amazing! She's our mate Alex, she looks so cute all cold and chattery” he purrs already smitten.

and we wouldn't have problem he hissed and walked away. Fabian blinked in confusion. Does he have alpha aura too? Why is he so strong?

As Fabian prepared to leave, he reassured me, "You'll recover soon. Once again, I apologize for Alison's behavior." He let out a faint smile, prompting me to take a moment to observe Fabian's features more closely. I noticed that he had an oblong face, characterized by well-defined cheekbones and a slender jawline. Fabian's height and stature closely resembled Alpha Xavier's, although Alpha Xavier appeared more muscular and had a fiercer demeanor. While Fabian's hair was black, Alpha Xavier's was a rich shade of golden brown. As Fabian prepared to leave, I couldn't help but express my disappointment. "Are you leaving already?" I asked, a tinge of sadness in my voice. He nodded in affirmation

Fabian has never left the Keller children since Carmen asked him to. He sometimes found himself with John Keller and the animosity he could not hide towards him could be seen on his features. John Keller was not a child, he was ten years older than Carmen and therefore twelve years older than Fabian. He knew how to read expressions since he was the CEO of a huge empire. He has to be vigilant and a physiognomist if he doesn't want to be fooled then he can see that this kid doesn't like him very much. No, he hates him.

A pause. "It is about Fabiola."

He knew her too well. Grudgingly he sat up and flipped his pillow aside on his massive king-sized bed before pulling off his covers. Fabian Williams was half-naked, with only a long pair of pyjama pants on. At over 6’ tall, Fabian had a perfectly sculpted body – he was tall, lean yet muscular and broad-shouldered with dark brown hair and piercing black eyes. He was devilishly handsome and he knew it. But on this particular morning, he felt anything but good looking. With his bare feet on the ground, he leaned forward and cupped his face with one hand, peeking at his phone. His dark brown hair was tousled and short bristles were forming around his mouth and chin.