Faye Chamberlain Novels & Stories

Faye clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palm as the weight of the room's silence pressed down on her like chains. She didn't just know this person, she loathed her. *Aysel Aster. *

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

, she said "I do have a choice mom", I challenge "you are almost sixteen Lucy, I think the best thing for you now is to have a father figure in your life" she said " I will be sixteen in few months time mom and I know what I want. For sixteen years I had no one to call dad and then suddenly a man from no where appears and you think I am desperate to call someone dad. I have lived sixteen years of my life without a father and I don't think I need a father now", I said while crying

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

The social hall was pretty much crowded by clusters and clusters of students arranged in their own social circle. There are all girls, all boys or mixed. In one table were Catherine, Chester and Lyra. Catherine’s heart was still racing, remembering what had happened the day before. Her panic attacks growing more and more stronger as she was relieved by memories of Felipe. She hoped that it would stop soon, but she knew damn well that she’s not going to fully calm down until she knew about Felipe’s whereabouts. The reason why up until that day, she’s still awfully silent.

Viren , Alya and her parents stepped inside Viren's house. They saw Anisha was using her phone, hearing footsteps voice, she shifted her gaze toward them. She looked at Alya and asked in authoritative voice:" So, Mrs Alya Malhothra , what did you decide? Do you agree with my terms and condition or going to empty this house? And tell your decision fast as you have already wasted my lot of time".

“Tatiana?” Damon asked sharply. “Is she behind this?” Carter nodded slowly. “She came to me. Or through me. I don’t know. Her voice… it was everywhere. Like she was in my head. Controlling it. Warping it. She was too strong to stop. She was doing her best to try and bring them in. She called for me through a child first, I tried to find that kid, nothing. Then it was a woman calling for help. And suddenly, she was just inside my head.”

She wanted her daughter to be the one standing in the spotlight while Anastasia was cast aside. What she hadn’t told Regina was the truth about Anastasia’s mother. Fiona Watson was known in the jewelry world by her anonymous alias "Faye," and was a gifted designer who shook the fashion world once upon a time. Few people knew Faye's true identity and one of them was her. Faye disappeared from the scene without a trace after few years of being at the peak of the fashion world. She was admired and idolised by many in the fashion world and her daughter was one of the ardent fan.

I heard Elena's voice as I listened intently, and I darted forward only to be flung backwards, yet again. “Elena!” “Allow me, Aiden.” Maya's cool hand nudged me sideways, and she lifted her oval-shaped face in the air. Her shoulder-length hair fell backwards, and she shut her brown eyes. She began to chant and for a few minutes; I thought it was futile as I saw blood dripping down from her nostril. I tried to shake her out of it but was flung sideways. This time, she did it, and not the barrier. “Aiden, let her do her thing!” Ellen chews on her bottom lip, and she often did that whenever she was nervous.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.