Fabio Novels & Stories

“These people are Fabio’s followers, they won’t just surrender because you’ll politely ask them to.” “Yes, these people are followers and they need a leader—Fabio’s own family doesn’t want anything to do with him, so after I’ve taken care of him, I will find them a proper leader,” Christian spoke. Franco laughed and wrapped his arm around Christian’s shoulder. “That’s actually not a bad idea, Fabio does not know that Beau is missing and his attention is only on Serena, so that’ll give us enough time to get there.” He agreed. “My grandson is a genius.”

“Fabio, stare at her one more time and I’ll take your eyes out myself. Maybe your hands too… depends how generous I’m feeling. She’s not for your eyes, you look again, you don’t blink again. I don’t repeat myself.” Fabio didn’t flinch. Instead, he smiled smugly , and cocky, with just a hint of danger. “Easy, Vito. Just admiring the view, not stealing the painting.” He smirked, but his eyes darted away for just a second, just enough to show a flicker of nervousness beneath his bravado. “No harm done, yeah? I know she’s yours.” He leaned back, raising his palms in mock surrender. “Wouldn’t touch what’s already claimed.”

Yaslyn pressed. Fabia hemmed and hawed, struggling to find the right words but ultimately saying nothing. "What's the matter? Are you unwilling, or have you been threatened?" Yaslyn inquired further. Fabia shook his head, his response causing Yaslyn's eyebrows to furrow. "I don't know who he is." "Do you remember what he looks like?" After pausing for a moment, Fabia began cautiously, "He's quite handsome and appears gentle, but his eyes are cold. Most notably, he has a tiny butterfly-shaped pink scar near his eyebrow."

His jaw worked as he placed a file on my desk, thin, almost empty. “What am I looking at?” I asked, frowning in confusion. “Nothing,” he said grimly. “Because there is nothing, Alpha.” I frowned. “Explain.” “There’s no record of any Lorenzo D’Amaris anywhere. No registration, no pack affiliation, no land ownership, no tax traces, no trade licenses under that name. The file you sent me, the company he claimed to represent? It doesn’t exist either. It’s a ghost registration, created with fake documents two months ago. Yes, everything seems legitimate to the amateur eye, but I am surprised that Maxine didn’t see through it. Everything here is not real.”

, but it just doesn’t happen. Robert has a different problem. Work is just so cool. He has seen so much in the short time that he has been in David Oswald’s employ. The people he works with are cool, especially David Oswald, who seems like he can do anything. He also really likes Gary Ingalls, who is simply a frame of reference. He can’t be like David Oswald – why not try to be like Gary?

The metal chains clinked loudly as he moved against them. He forcefully opened his swollen eyelids and yelled in a hoarse voice, "Sirena Cabrera! What do you mean by that? What enemy Famiglia? Isn't Reina an orphan?" I turned around and approached Fabio. He used to be my only support, and I even once thought that he was my hero. But now, I realized that he was just nothing but a fool with nothing but love and lust on his mind. "An orphan?" I laughed out loud. "Fabio Lopez, your so-called orphan, is actually a mole that the enemy Famiglia spent three years cultivating. She only approached you because you were dumb, not because yo

I stared up into his eyes until I folded and muttered, “What do you want..?” “Alright!” The sound of Fabio’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts as he comes to stand beside me to shift the laptop toward him. In black, thick-rimmed glasses, a tucked-in, button-up, blue striped shirt, and dark jeans, he is precisely like the stereotypical tech guru in every modern day movie—minus the part where he oversees the Mafia’s encrypted network. “You should be able to search freely without being flagged now,” he says as his fingers type at the speed of light before shifting the laptop back to sit directly in front of me.

Amber had to ask again, “What was his name?” I’ll do anything he asks me to. “Fabian Williams…I’m sure you’ve heard of him. He’s the CEO of Virtuex.”

“This is hand-combed Italian cashmere. It’s a very specific kind of energy.” Joana squinted at him through her glasses. “Ah, so that’s where the attitude comes from. It’s the wool.” A roar of laughter broke out, sharp enough to cut through the jazz playing in the background. Isha clapped her hands together, her eyes dancing. “Okay, but for the sake of my next chapter, do you actually solve every minor inconvenience with a Glock?” “Sometimes,” Fabio said, his voice terrifyingly calm as he swirled his drink.

He bellowed in defiance, “Prince Habeb! I know you by your voice, even though your face is covered with a mask. I am a man of prudence, so if you add 'fearless' you have fully rated me. I do not talk with pride as you do. To blame your evil intent is nothing; for we are the underdog nation. We have been fulfilling our own terms with the Emperor by paying our tributes to him so we can live in peace, but you have come to shatter our peace deliberately for unworthy reasons. Love for goodness sake has no connection with war. You do not love Banabella. You are a scoundrel. You murdered the true heir to the throne of the Empire of Suramy. Your gods got you confined to a sick-bed because of your si