Fabio Love Novels Novels & Stories

Walking deeper into the library to find a perfect hiding place where Ed wouldn't see her. She walked out of their class when he was busy with his friends, so she had the library for herself, for just a few minutes though. She sat down on the floor, kept her bag and she quickly dung on her food. A book on the shelf near her was pink in color, so it caught her eye. She picked it up and read out the name. "Wrongly Loved or Loved Wrongly." A novel? Books were her second friend after mom, she'll read anything or everything that caught her eye.

he said. “ What haven't you told us, Lio?” Dad asked, his eyes unable to hide his curiosity and his nervousness. “ I-I” “ Miss lovey over here, didn't tell you that the reason she attempted suicide was because of this same true love - Ricardo,” Miro didn't hesitate to spill and I broke down in tears. “ He was the reason behind your suicide attempt?” Dad looked devastated hearing the truth. “ Yes, he was and that's exactly why I can't let her marry him. She might be saying she can handle everything but what if it becomes too frustrating and she tries to do that again?” Miro said. I just bent my head, knowing how this would end.

in messy hair, he was looking as always a handsome tyrant. "He left half an hour ago and why are you so sweating? Bebe." he showed fake sympathy by caressing her cheek. his drunk and lusty eyes were seeking something. she pushed his hand away. "Your enmity is bonded with me. don't involve my family in this matter." she raised her finger at him and told him in an icy tone. he gave a devil smirk on her words as he didn't mind her. He took out his hand from the pocket and He put his hand on her waist and pulled her. She was hit by his chest.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.

You only know how to take, how to demand, and how to hurt! He stepped closer, towering over the man who was once his mirror image. “In this lifetime, in every lifetime that follows—she will never love you again. She could only love me now.” Through the pain and confusion, Noah managed to lift his head, his voice thick and unsteady. “She loved me first, Fabi. I was her husband before you ever came along.” “And you destroyed that love,” Fabi shot back instantly, his voice dripping with contempt and accusation.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

He didn't answer, Instead, he stood and walked to the window, parting the heavy drapes. Rain had started to fall outside, pattering softly against the glass. "Isabella was once loyal," he said at last. "But something changed, revenge, you see she was in love with me. I should have seen it coming." I suspected that. "Did you both... You kno-" "Yes," he said cutting me off. So she isn't just a love interest, but an actual lover. The thought sent a weird feeling through me... I can't possibly be jealous right?

“I’m not here for love stories or fairy tales. I’m here because our families require… stability.” Adrian arched a brow. “And you think marrying me provides that?” “I know it does,” she said simply. “You’re the perfect face for the kind of power we intend to build. I’ll give you loyalty in public, freedom in private.” “Freedom,” Adrian repeated slowly, testing the word. “You mean, you don’t care what I do as long as it doesn’t make headlines.” Her smile widened slightly. “Exactly. I’m not a jealous woman. I’m a strategic one.”

It was as if our bodies were made for each other, our love igniting a passion that couldn't be contained. As we reached the peak of our passion, Marco's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "Ti amo," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I love you too," I whispered back, my heart overflowing with emotion. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I knew that our love would conquer all. Nothing could ever tear us apart. As we lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. It was as if the world outside had melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our own little bubble of love.

The current me was undesirable for any man, and my heart ached terribly. Still, I could not understand why Reynold kept me around even though he did not love me. He could have just told me, and we would have divorced. Yet, not only did he take away my ability to have children, but he even cheated and betrayed me, In the end, I didn't visit the doctor. Instead, I went home alone. The mansion was the home Reynold and I purchased when we got married, back when his career was just starting to take off. I could still remember us lying in bed, talking about the future. We had dreamed of having two kids—a boy and a girl—a perfect family of four.