Fabio Love Novels Novels & Stories

Like she had every right to warm his bed while I shattered apart in the hallway. I took another shaky step backward. “I need to leave. Right now.” Alessandro’s expression didn’t change. He simply took one step forward. Then another. Each movement was deliberate, powerful, like a panther stalking prey that had nowhere left to run. “You’re shaking,” he observed quietly, his gaze dropping to my trembling hands before rising back to my face. “Why are you always running from me, Fabiola?” “Because you destroy everything you touch,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

I wanted to believe she was not. Luciano had not called me, and I should have been thankful. Perhaps he had heeded my opinions—if we did not see each other, this feeling would die down. In reality, it had not died down. It had only increased. I had even touched myself at night, unable to bear the thoughts I had been having about him. He was not mine, to begin with. He was Fabi’s, it would be that way, and I was... jealous of that. “I want to love him, you know,” Fabi spoke, pulling my attention toward her. “A part of me thinks I do, but that feeling is so small I can’t even feel it sometimes.”

She bursted "Not yet but he's nice. Nicer than Christian." "That's the point, you still kept saying Christian, Christian and Christian again." She said and I sighed "You still love him do you?" She asked "Yeah, you can say that. It's not easy. I even don't know why? He treat ne so badly but I still love him. Idiot." I mumbled "With you transfering, do you think you will move on?" She asked "Maybe." "Maybe is not the answer honey." Lia said

Fabio had trained the young man to be logical to a fault. If Fabio had one regret, it was that he hadn't shown Massimo enough love. He had let the boy grow cold and isolated out of the misplaced belief that it would make him indestructible. Fabio sighed. He had been such a fool when he was younger. Fabio didn't want to admit it, but Massimo had a point. Elena was the kindest soul Fabio had met, but she had her own goals and dreams. She had originally laughed at the idea of getting married—much like Massimo had.

Cassandra said, covering her face with her palms. Fero who saw that was immediately followed by a very high sense of guilt. Fero felt that he loved Cassandra very much. Fero should have made Cassandra happy but on the contrary, Fero actually made the woman he loves cry. "Cassandra... I told you right? Even though I'm engaged to Yuna. The only woman I love is you. And that will never change! the only one I love is you Cassandra!" said Fero who started to hug Cassandra tightly. Fero wanted to make Cassandra calm.

"But you are the only fool, stup*d, and a$$hole man that I'll ever love, Fabio!" "Even after all that happened? Even if I hurt you? Even if I used another girl—particularly Leigh to intentionally make you cry? You still love me?" "Yes! Even if you are the foolest and the most stup*d insecure man ever on earth, nothing could change my feelings for you. My heart speaks only your name Fabio Jad Wynnfor, know that! So, from now on, you don't have to be jealous of anyone because there's no one but you in my heart."

'Of course I remember that's why I don't want to indulge myself here. I sat on the same couch on which that girl was sitting. I maintained much more distance between us than needed. "This is king Albert and Queen Valeria of Silverstone Kingdom and.... their daughter princess angelina."He introduced them to me. He then turned his hand in my way. "And this is my son Sebastian." He said. We all shook our hands with each other. Silence prevailed in around us as nobody was saying anything. I also was sitting silently. I was really in mood to start the conversation.

If he wants that I read this book then no problem I will do it. After spending my precious ten minutes I realized that this a romantic novel on Ceo and his secretary now why on earth he wanted me to read something like this. I threw the book on the desk as he leans back in his chair in order to give me a full look at his face. An expressionless face.

The Lamborghini wasn’t just a car—it was the kind that screamed at poor college girls like me: Don’t even breathe near me, you’ll scratch the paint. “Damn,” I breathed. And he gave a soft laugh. “Are you some kind of tech billionaire or something?” “Oh, you think so?” he responded, smiling as he pressed the key fob to unlock the car. He moved closer and opened the passenger door for me. “If this makes you uncomfortable—” “No, it’s just” I paused and stared at the butter-soft leather interior and the dashboard that looked like mission control. “You getting in?” he asked. That was when I realized I’d been staring.

Chapter 1 Lila’s pov “Professor Cross, don’t you think the whole point of forbidden love in these books is that it feels so damn good because it’s wrong?” I said, leaning forward on his desk after everyone else had left the lecture hall. My skirt rode up my thighs just a bit as I shifted, and I didn’t bother fixing it. The way his eyes flicked down for half a second made the heat pool low in my belly. Damien Cross looked up from the stack of papers, his dark brows pulling together in that serious way that always got me going.