Fabio Romance Novels & Stories

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

"It is not something she has to worry herself about. I will be gone and back before she even knows." "Doesn't that count as some sort of cheating?" Fabio asked sarcastically looking at the ceiling thoughtfully. Then he nodded. "Yes, it is. It is cheating." "Shut up!" Adriano snapped. "I do not have any bad intentions. I just intend to catch up with an old friend." "I wouldn't go as far as call Nadia an old friend," Fabio said. "She is not." Adriano chuffed and stood up. "Thank you for spoiling my breakfast."

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.

Fabian hung up and turned to me, stone-faced. "Yeah, I made you and Luca get out. Yeah, I refused to come back. I'll take the blame for his death. But leave Roxana out of it—she's innocent!" Then he took off. Not long after, "innocent" Roxana hit me with her usual crap: [So what if Fabian knows that little brat died? He'll never love anyone more than me.] [I told him you threatened me. He ran the second I said I was scared.]

She walked away and the FBI entered immediately, to do their business. Romeo spreads her arms when he sees Maria walk out of the FBI recovery room. Maria smilingly walks into it, burying her face in his broad chest. "Didn't I tell you to trust me? why did you lose trust in me, in our love?" Romeo asked in a whisper but Maria couldn't answer. She started wetting Romeo's shirt with her tears. "I couldn't talk to you on the phone because I felt your line was being tracked but I wanted you to trust in our love, that I will do anything for you," He said, pulling away and cupping Maria's face in his palms.

Irene I leaned back against the pillows, forcing myself into complete nonchalance. “The Metro was down this morning,” I explained. “Barnaby dragged an entire garbage bag across the staircase again, I was late for work, and Romeo happened to be leaving the building.” “You are telling me Romeo Galante gave you a ride to work.” I scoffed. “When you say it like that, it sounds weird.” “Because it is weird.” Alessia replied. I ignored that entirely. “Then later he happened to be nearby when Adrian decided to corner me in the lobby and demand emotional closure.”

It was not in her intention coming to Thailand. “You didn’t know, so didn’t contact you.” “No,” Fabe answered softly, “I’m sorry if I ruined your relationship. I didn’t mean to do that. After the party, we are going back to Italy. I hope you and Bryce can still fix your relationship.” “I hope so, but I doubt. He still loves you and I don’t want to compete on his love with you.” Fabe nodded and apologized again, thanking Diana for talking to her. She was about to leave when Diana catch up with her.

What else are we going to talk about when it's so obvious that he really is an a$$h0le! "About us? What about us? I think we have nothing to talk about because it's just pretty obvious that you fooled me and you played with my heart!" "No way! That's not true! Tamara—" "What's not so true, Fab? Now, you're going to deny it? You're really different, Fabio! I can't believe it! Tell me directly, did you have fun playing around with my feelings, huh?!" "Can you please..." He breathed heavily and brushed his fingers to his hair in frustration. "Please listen to me first! How can I explain myself to you when you don't even want to listen to me!"

He knew he shouldn’t be eroticizing Blaze this way, that it would only make things worse, more difficult, not less. But he was so close. Just this once, he promised himself. Just this once he’d indulge himself where Blaze was concerned. His hand a blur, Fabien pushed himself toward the edge. “Blaze… ‘Je t’aime (I love you)…’” he said, gasping for air, with his back against the tile wall, while his hand was squeezing and rubbing his painfully throbbing shaft. *****

Fabiano and Salvatore had their chins up. “I decide whether they are trustworthy.” He turned to Fabiano. “Are you married?” Fabiano looked him in the eye. “Yes. For 15 years.” Niccolo stepped in. “That’s a long time. Your wife must be old. You may have your way with Luna if you wanted to.” Fabiano didn’t react. He looked at Niccolo then to Primo. “I am faithful to my wife. Luna is like my daughter.” Primo seemed satisfied with his answer.