Fabio Book Novels & Stories

He laughs at Fabiana's outbursts of anger. I texted you up to eight times last night, but you never replied. Fabiana responds, stopping the momentum of the book. It's not like you've texted more than seven times in a row, right? Charlie delivers her words in a confident manner. Good to Know. From her bag, Fabiana takes out a small black book with a spiral binding. Because he gave Armando his new identity, this is his old personality. She, on the other hand, doesn't give a damn. Has a good understanding of basic mathematical concepts.

I reply stoically ignoring the tray on the table. Lillian excuses herself leaving me and him. "Are you not going to eat the food?" he asks. "Is it any of your business?" I retort scowling at him. I should be scared by the glare of his face but right now I don't care what he has to say. Gabriel walks until he is by my side hovering where I sit gazing at the book like it is the most beautiful thing on earth even though I am not sure I can make out any word I am reading with him so close to me like this.

At least he would have followed one of his dreams through to its conclusion. His hands and face felt grubby from the hours amongst dusty books. He stripped and took a quick shower. His hair damp, clad in a pair of faded jeans and a cashmere sweater that had seen better days, Fabien slit the seal on the merlot he’d bought and placed a single glass on the counter. The sound of his doorbell echoed around the loft. He eyed the distant front door cautiously. He wouldn’t put it past Willow to pay a sneak visit after the conversation they’d had today, trying to catch him in the act of having a sex life so she could truly rest easy.

North’s POV Maybe because before Fabio, my romantic history barely existed outside of crushes, fantasies, and awkward almost relationships that never became real. I had never truly dated anyone before him. A complete virgin. Completely inexperienced. And somehow the first man I genuinely fell for turned out to be the devil wearing a tailored suit. Like every manipulative person on this earth, Fabio started off perfect. Painfully perfect. He remembered tiny details about me after one conversation. He sent food to my apartment during late study nights. Bought flowers for my mother after hearing she liked orchids. Called me beautiful in ways that made my chest ache.

she replied, setting the book aside, giving him her full attention, and leaning her body towards Liam, who hugged her from the side. This scene made George want to throw the book towards Liam, but he refrained himself. Why is this man trying to let him eat dog food? He's not a single dog anymore, but why does he keep on eating dog food? George took a deep breath as he tried to calm himself for the conversation ahead. Solace is pregnant, so he needed to be careful with his words. "I need to ask you about something important," he began, his gaze searching hers for any hint of deception. He wanted to know everything, and he hoped that Solace would tell him something that would calm his heart an

Her eyes fell on Sebastian once more as he approached a wall full of different kinds of dangerously sharp objects, it looked like a set of working tools casually hung on the wall, but the next thing Sebastian did make her heart stop. Sebastian picked up the smallest thing on the wall, it looked like a sharpie with a sharp but thin metal edge instead of a writing sharpie. "You know what I hate the most in this world Fabio?" Sebastian strode towards the chair casually as he slowly inspected the tool in his hand, he placed a hand on the chair and the man tied down looked up frighteningly at him, his eyes bulged as if the grim reaper himself had come for his life, "Deceitful liars," Sebastian ad

Christian rolled his eyes. “I feel bad, it wasn’t supposed to go like this.” He sighed. “Christian, if they don’t want to work along—they don’t want to work along.” “On the bright side, look at you?” Johnny patted his back. “Who would’ve thought this crazy plan of yours would actually work?” “Not yet.” Christian reminded him. “We have not succeeded, Fabio is still alive.” He spoke as they had reached the end of the cave. “Until now everything has been way too easy, we should not underestimate a man like Fabio Garcia.”

But he knew that he still had much to learn and much to do. ~~~~ (Zavier's POV) Fabio seemed to ponder my words for a moment, his brow furrowing in thought. I waited patiently, observing his every move, looking for any sign of weakness or hesitation. After a few moments of silence, he finally spoke up. "You make a compelling argument, Alpha Zavier," Fabio said, his voice low and measured. "But I cannot simply abandon my people's interests for the sake of peace. We have our own needs and desires, just as your kingdom does."

“It’s just... this whole thing has made me feel like maybe there are parts of your life that I don’t know about. And that scares me.” Fabio reached out, taking her hands in his. “There’s nothing you don’t know, Soph. I’m an open book. I’m not going to let anything or anyone come between us. You and Luca are my world.” Sophia looked into his eyes, searching for the reassurance she so desperately needed. And as much as her insecurities gnawed at her, she knew that Fabio was being sincere. Maybe it wasn’t about Carla at all—maybe it was about the scars from their past, the lingering fears that had yet to fully heal.