Fabian House Of Anubis นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Fabian turned away from the window’s panoramic view and headed down the linear stair rails to his kitchen, his mind still lost in a web of memories from yesteryear. “Good morning sir,” a sprightly voice called out from a lone white illuminated box that sat unobtrusively in the middle of his marble benchtop, bringing Fabian’s mind back to the present. It was the only presence he allowed in his house. “Morning V,” Fabian opened his mirrored double-doored fridge and pulled out a glass of orange juice. V was his ubiquitous virtual assistant - the brainchild of Fabian Williams and one of Virtuex Holdings’ top selling innovations.

“I got the Outer Elder of the Five Virtues Temple and Hong Kong’s number one geomancy master, Jon Surrey, to help with the situation.” “I’m sure Fabian will die an extremely horrible death!” “Please be careful, Scarlett!” Vince’s tone seemed quite tender and kind then. “I heard that Fabian wrote his will before.” “If anything were to happen to him, the four houses of the Hamilton family will split the assets.” “If anyone were to die within three years after he died, all of the assets will be donated to the government of Las Vegas without any charge!” “That’s why Fabian has to die!” “But nobody from the four houses can!”

I figured their purpose was for the dance later. Behind me, Una set a headdress on my head. It looked like the rays of the moon and was sparkling with silver dust. Minutes later, Asiri stood in front of me, putting Kohl at the edges of my eyes, a blush on my cheeks and painted my lips to make it pop. "There, you look so beautiful, Lady Herneith." Una came to my front and smiled. "Anubis would be pleased by your dance offering later." Anubis? As in Anpu? The God of Death? Does he really exist in this timeline? I thought it was just a mere legend in Egyptian mythology?

Like a ravenous wolf, Fabian ran toward the Marsh family’s bodyguards, mercilessly swinging his fists. Alfred was speechless. Was that his grandson? How could he have such skills? He had never seen them before. Nobody knew that it was Kiran’s power that triggered Fabian’s potential. Right now, he was like a warrior with no sense of pain and not afraid of death. When Theodore came to his senses, he backed away and shouted, “Alfred, your family made a deal with Wolfgate, so Fabian must be a member of Wolfgate.” The Marsh family’s bodyguards and Tina backed away in fear.

The Gabino son slides two ice cubes into his mouth, then frowns as he looks at me. "Lucia is my fiancée, Gabino." I can see his hands shake as he finally realizes the enormity of what has happened. Then I move closer to him to come and put a hand on his shoulder and whisper in his ear. "It is time you learned to respect all women. It would be a shame if you made someone really mad. Just imagine if a stronzo touched a Don's future wife because of you," I said, turning my index finger near my temple. "You know, there are crazy people who take pleasure in terrorizing others and who wait, lurking in the shadows, for the right moment to strike... Ah, not on my carpet!" I say when the acrid smell

It's all a recipe for creating obsessed stalker fangirls, and the reason that Alastaire's fans – or Alastaire's Angels, as they call themselves - are particularly aggressive and territorial over him. When it comes to fan numbers though, the most popular band member by far is Fable’s lead singer, Felix. Where Alastaire is sun-kissed and light, Felix is all shadows and mystery – his trademark longish dark brown hair, hazel eyes and vampire-pale skin seem to have half the girls in the world under his spell. The fact that he's rude, arrogant and unnervingly cold doesn't seem to matter to his legions of fans. Some girls like jerks. I'm not one of them. I love Fable, but that doesn't extend to eve

“If that is the case, Abaddon would bring hell on earth. I doubt The Creator would want that considering it disturbs the balance?” Michael leans forward and steadily replies, “But what if there was no hell on earth? Abaddon has the power to destroy humans and supernaturals. Le Créateur might not want you to have more power, but it would be different if all life seized to exist. Pensez-y,” Think about it. “If Apolliana would create a clean slate, free of all corruption, Le Créateur can rebuild the world without hell. He can recreate a new paradise using your mate as a catharsis.”

After Lana left, Fabian walked mischievously next to Yorick and asked, “Hey, is that true? There’s seriously a man like that who has the power to make the leader of the Stygian Johnson Gang bend and scrape to curry favor?” Yorick looked at the innocent Fabian with a grim look on his face. “Fab, you should go back to F Country with your sister.” “No, I still have something to do here.” Fabian rejected. Then, he asked, “Why don’t you tell me who that man is? Do I know him?” “It’s best if you don’t know about this,” Yorick said profoundly. Then, he finally noticed Fabian’s brown hair. “You’ve changed your image quite a lot recently. Are you dating someone?”

Adan said, and Blade nodded his head in agreement. Aldrin had already organized the area where Fabian’s body would be burned and had his men dig the soil where part of his ashes would be buried, just beside their parent’s grave. I smiled at Blade as I met his gaze. “We are taking Fabian home, Blade.” He nodded as he forced a smile. Lucius and Stone stood in front of us and laid out their hands for us to take. With my hand still clasped with my mate, I took Lucius’ hand as Blade held Adan.

I said, and Beta Fabian sighed. "You have to fight the connection off. She cannot possibly become our Luna. Most of the elite will not have it, to have a Luna as weak as her," Fabian said, as he sat across from me. He wore a white top that hugged his chiseled chest, black trousers, and he was holding a bottle of water in his hands.