Novel & Cerita Fabio Book

Fabiola, who had been utterly silent and hesitant beside Matteo, took a sip from her glass of water, but she hid a smile behind the glass. Matteo looked at the house cleaner standing at the door and ordered, “Take Pa to his room. He’s had enough wine today.” Fabiola leaned into Matteo’s ears and whispered something before leaving her seat and disappearing through the door with her father. Rione shifted closer and whispered, “That was rather tiring.” It was fucking exhausting. I wanted to punch a fist into that man’s mouth to shut him up. He had never had the best personality for a Capo and neither did his brother, Horatio. Both were the same.

(NFTMB) Chapter 95 Valentino (Laura's Replica) What a morning! Another day, another drama. Fabiano just wouldn't stop. Whenever and wherever there's trouble there will always be Fabiano. It's like a magnet that pulls him. He can't help it. He has always been like that. For some people there are good times and there are bad times. But for Fabiano it's always bad. He has never been good. Right from when we were younger.

She was supposed to be his wife. "Should I kidnap, ma'am?" Fabio suggested, clearing his throat, hesitating. He dismissed the idea with a shake of his head. "Just try to grope for more information." He told him, dismissing him. "Understood, boss." Fabio turned to the door. He rubbed his temple, feeling the beat of his heart quicken. "Who's the boy?" He asked intensely, with a scowl. "Andre. Abruzzo's dog!" Fabio replied with disdain.

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.

“Can I-” “Jade, have you ever heard of Fable?’ Felix cuts her off. “Obviously,” Jade says. “Who hasn’t. They’re-” he stops talking abruptly, adjusts the rearview mirror. “They’re… OMG… you’re…” “Yes, yes,” Alastaire says boredly. “This is Felix Lockhart, world famous rock star and infamous pain in the ass. I’m Alastaire Cassiel-Kensington, People Magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive several years in a row now. I can forgive you for not recognizing Felix, I mean, he’s pretty forgettable, but me? Kitty, where did you find this guy? In a cave or something?”

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.