Novel & Cerita Fabio Book

Kat POV What Fabio had done to Guilia was beyond description, having abused her in absolutely every way possible. The look in her eyes as I had helped her shower, washing the months of filth off of her skin and out of her hair which had become a matted mess, it made me wish that I had stopped her from going with him so long ago.

“This way, my dear.” He led me past a formal living room, all white sofas and glass, and stopped before a large door. He pushed it open, revealing a spacious study. Bookshelves lined the walls, stretching from floor to ceiling, filled with leather-bound volumes and silver-framed photos—some of which included my father, laughing, arm-in-arm with Fabio. The sight was a sudden, sharp pang of grief, so immediate it almost buckled my knees. Fabio stepped behind a massive desk. He didn't sit; he simply leaned back against it, hands resting on the smooth wood. He looked impeccably hot, his silver hair a distinguished contrast to his perpetually sun-kissed skin.

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

I told her this and she promised she’d let me- The ink fades to white, and there’s nothing more. I flip desperately through the remaining pages, but the rest of the book is completely blank. Once I’m satisfied that I’ve searched every nook and cranny of the book, I lay it on the floor and reach inside the box for the other book. This one is larger – a photo album, with a plain white cover, stained brown with age.

He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave. STATS OF IMRE: Strength: Max level 100 HP Power: 75 HP Intelligent: 85 HP Agility: 35 HP The leader of Green Eyes was named Liam. Liam receive the message of Mother Tree while he was helping the people to clean the water of the river. He read the message at the water but only Liam can read that message. And Liam bid his goodbye in a nice manner to the people he were with at that moment before he left.

Hector arranged for me to apologize on a livestream from a TV station. After I signed the nondisclosure agreement, I faced more than a dozen cameras and read from the script like a machine. "Hello, everyone. My name is Conrad Brown. Regarding the recent controversy online, I'm here to formally apologize to Mr. Hector Gomez and Ms. Quinn Summers... "I fabricated the chat records for attention. Quinn and I were only classmates." The number of viewers soared, and the comments were full of abuse. Netizens flooded the screen, telling me to get out of Oceanton. Every comment felt like an invisible bullet. By the time I came back to myself, my heart was already full of holes.

The metal chains clinked loudly as he moved against them. He forcefully opened his swollen eyelids and yelled in a hoarse voice, "Sirena Cabrera! What do you mean by that? What enemy Famiglia? Isn't Reina an orphan?" I turned around and approached Fabio. He used to be my only support, and I even once thought that he was my hero. But now, I realized that he was just nothing but a fool with nothing but love and lust on his mind. "An orphan?" I laughed out loud. "Fabio Lopez, your so-called orphan, is actually a mole that the enemy Famiglia spent three years cultivating. She only approached you because you were dumb, not because you were attractive to her.

The whole building reminded her of a giant rubix cube that was mid turn to having the colors shifted. The inside however was very clinical, and clean not much color lots of dark tones and subdued greys. Large black vases with fake plants that must have costed a pretty penny as she barely was able to notice it was indeed fake. Embarrassingly enough she could only tell when she poked the soil and felt the foam give a little. Some foam came off in her hand she discreetly covered the small foamless spot with some of the fake roots. That was when her name had been called so she quickly brushed off her hands and headed into the interview.

“Only the people I choose get to use that name. You were always too selfish to care for me.” “That’s not true.” “That is. If not, explain why you all took Valeriana with you and not me. I was family.” Matteo's jaw hardened. He stepped toward Fabiola, yanked her around to face him and yelled, “Careful what you say from here.” She jolted his hands away. “Oh, I’m sorry. You are one of the people who care for her more than you care for your own sister.”

Cristiano’s glare was cold, his tone laced with menace, leaving no room for doubt. “Why are you doing this?” Fabio asked, his eyes helpless and pleading. He loved Siena so much, and losing her forever would tear his heart apart. “None of your business,” was Cristiano’s only reply as he snatched the passport from Fabio’s lap and shoved it hard into his chest, forcing him to take it. Fabio took it. He had no choice. But in his mind, he made a decision of his own, and his eyes gleamed with dark determination as he kept staring at the papers in his hand.