Fabio Novels & Stories

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

Gabio immediately fell to the floor on his knees, his hands clasped together as he began to plead for his life. “My name is Fabiola sir! I am a car mechanic!” Gabiola, real name Fabiola, screamed when the knife got closer to his eyes. Lent and Casper fell over themselves in laughter, not believing what they were hearing. They couldn't believe that Kaden had been tricked. Kaden chuckled drily. “Then who is Gabiola?”

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

Alessandro grimaced realising how he who is most powerful mafia leader who deals with guns and rifles now held a cotton ball to rub it gently on the eyes of his beloved wife. He put the little amount of the remover on her eyes and gently rub it on her eyes. “Gently Alessandro !” Sabrina hissed. “This is the most gentle I am being.” He told her truthfully and then wiped it off with a cotton bud. “I must be looking so bad right now.” Sabrina said softly. Alessandro smirked and said teasing. “ not too bad.” Haze frowned and pouted. “Now pour the cleanser on your palm and gently rub it on my face.” She instructed him. That moment he looked so cute to her as he completely focus on the task.

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

Anna cussed, she latched her eyes tightly, grasping back the rage she felt in her heart. “ Tsk…tsk… I don't think there is any need for this sister, your son has crossed the line this time, he is an animal!” Fabio shrieked out in anger, the news of his men’s deaths came as a shock to him, Fabio had always known Damien to be a charming, handsome young man, however, when he got the package that was sent to him from Damien, he couldn't imagine, in his hearts of hearts that this could have been done by a human.

She was supposed to be his wife. "Should I kidnap, ma'am?" Fabio suggested, clearing his throat, hesitating. He dismissed the idea with a shake of his head. "Just try to grope for more information." He told him, dismissing him. "Understood, boss." Fabio turned to the door. He rubbed his temple, feeling the beat of his heart quicken. "Who's the boy?" He asked intensely, with a scowl. "Andre. Abruzzo's dog!" Fabio replied with disdain.

As Fabian prepared to leave, he reassured me, "You'll recover soon. Once again, I apologize for Alison's behavior." He let out a faint smile, prompting me to take a moment to observe Fabian's features more closely. I noticed that he had an oblong face, characterized by well-defined cheekbones and a slender jawline. Fabian's height and stature closely resembled Alpha Xavier's, although Alpha Xavier appeared more muscular and had a fiercer demeanor. While Fabian's hair was black, Alpha Xavier's was a rich shade of golden brown. As Fabian prepared to leave, I couldn't help but express my disappointment. "Are you leaving already?" I asked, a tinge of sadness in my voice. He nodded in affirmation

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."