Fabio Novels & Stories

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

Alessandro: “Well, you did piss her off.” Leonardo said, and I took a deep breath before turning to face my beta who smirked. “You are going to shut the fuck up before I make you.” I said, and he raised his hands in mock surrender. “I was just stating facts.” He said, smirking at me. “Puoi scegliere di accettarli o meno.” You can choose to accept them or not. “Vorrei dirti dove infilarteli, ma ho altre cose di cui preoccuparmi.” I would tell you where to shove them, but I have other things to be concerned about.

His gaze slid over her body slowly, deliberately, from head to toe before he added in a flat voice, “And this was the atonement for your sin.” His face remained unreadable. Empty. Merciless. “I am not a fool, Siena.” Her heart slammed against her ribs. Yes—Fabio had called her today. She had spoken to him. He had insisted on meeting her, claiming he had something important to tell her about her real family. But she had refused. She had no intention of seeing him. Something about it felt wrong. How did he know her family wasn’t her real one? How did he have information about people even Cristiano claimed had committed unforgivable sins? It unsettled her—but she

Since it wasn’t exactly legal to have requirements on appearances he would have to slowly weed them out little by little. The more he thought about it the more frustrated he felt. He did not understand why his dad wouldn’t just do the interviews himself. As he ran his hand through his dark black hair Carol peeked in saying his next interview was ready. He waived his hand urging the next person to come in. He looked down at her resume it was actually quite impressive. He heard the clicking of heels on the tile floor with a curious look he slowly swept over Mia. He saw black stilettos attached to perfect looking calves wide hips in a pencil skirt that hugged every curve, a thin waist with volu

So in other words, I don't give a fuck. “It's Fabiano.”

Rino ─𖤝─ Age 16 | Poolside, Lombardi Estate, Liguria I leaned back on the lounge chair, sunglasses half-down my nose, bottle of beer sweating between my fingers, water glinting behind me. Fabio flicked his cigarette over the edge of the stone and whistled low. “You’re in a good mood, Lombardi. What’d you do this time, steal another priest’s daughter?” I smirked, “Worse.”

Cain scoffs and Gene glares at him, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears. "You may not have liked your father, but I knew him my entire life. You have no idea who he was or what he did, he was the best man I have ever known and he did not deserve the life he was handed. He should have had your mother by his side, he loved her…" Gene stops and clears his throat before continuing. "I would like to officially give notice of my wish to retire, now Abaddon is gone, I would like to spend the rest of my life quietly with my mate. I am happy to help train the next Beta when you choose them, but I request that you do so quickly, I only stayed on this long because Abaddon was my best friend."

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0