Novel & Cerita Fabio Book

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

I did not deserve Fabian. He is too good to be true.

AVERY "SO TELL ME, Doctor," Fabio said after we had all sat down. "Where did you meet this brother of mine?" He asked, smiling as he chewed. It was not a happy story as they expected. Telling them that I was Iris's therapist would dampen the mood at the table. Adriano took my hand underneath the table and cut in, "That is none of your business." Fabio laughed. He nudged Mika and said, "I would never believe that he would find a good woman for himself. I always thought he would end up dying single after making bad choices with women all his youth."

His voice was laced with amusement. "How dare you?" I growled at him, making a move towards him. His men however, were quick to stop me right in my track. "Hey! Don't you shout at my Fabby." Sheila slurred, frowning and pointing a finger at me, as Marco tried to hold her back. Fabby? Was she referring to Don Fabio, an old, ruthless, cold mafia boss as "Fabby"? He was even smiling fondly at her. "What did you do to her?" I asked, giving Fabio my coldest glare.

He was back, and he was livid that I was still there. Fabio, already leaning heavily against the doorframe, didn't bother with Rino. His eyes went straight to me. He dragged his gaze from my face down the length of the blue dress. "Well, look who's all cleaned up," Fabio drawled, pushing off the doorframe and staggering closer. Gerardo snickered behind him. "Fucking hell," Gerardo said, "She looks... presentable. All ready for her big send-off." Fabio reached the bed and placed a hand on the mattress beside my leg. I flinched violently, trying to pull my knee up toward my chest despite the searing pain in my ribs.

Fabio answered taking a seat as Adriano gestured him to do so. " Was he telling the truth?" Adriano asked, running a hand through his face. " He hardly lies even when he is sober and the chances of him lying when drunk are close to none. I have known him for a long time, if he will do something like that he won't hide because he relishes rubbing it in his enemies face." Fabio explained in a plain voice , not an ounce of emotion in it.

They said they had something to do now so they didn't come with us. "I drink, but just not now. I don't feel like doing it right now." I said with a smile. Fabio is actually a gentleman. Well, he's a little bit flirty but tolerable. I think that it's just really his nature. It's his thing. Fabio's a bit tanned and muscular. His muscles are almost bursting with excessive size. And I also think that he's a mixed. I would doubt if he'll say he's pure Filipino because he doesn't look like one.

“Hah! None of the men I know are particularly enticing, so I’ll pass. Putting that aside, here, take this. It may help you perform better in the future… Good luck!” Watching as Lea bolted off after handing her the book, Fabiola raised a slight brow before looking at the cover… and to her shock, it was entitled, ‘Seventy-two positions for you and your loved one’! What the fuck?! Still… Who was to say that she wouldn’t use this in the future? With that in mind, she quickly snuck the book into her pocket before pretending that nothing had ever happened…

”I hope I didn’t disrupt anything you were doing by asking for your presence? “Of course not.I was busy doing nothing.”She joked. Diego laughed. “By the way,I prepared some books that I think will be good for you.” Fabiola frowned as they both went over some inspiration books. “I told you I didn’t like these kind of books.”She grumbled. He laughed.”Fabiola,I found out that you’re only slightly above twenty.You’re still very young and if there’s anything you want to do,or achieve as a career…I do not want having the title as Enzo’s wife to stop you.”

“This is hand-combed Italian cashmere. It’s a very specific kind of energy.” Joana squinted at him through her glasses. “Ah, so that’s where the attitude comes from. It’s the wool.” A roar of laughter broke out, sharp enough to cut through the jazz playing in the background. Isha clapped her hands together, her eyes dancing. “Okay, but for the sake of my next chapter, do you actually solve every minor inconvenience with a Glock?” “Sometimes,” Fabio said, his voice terrifyingly calm as he swirled his drink.