Faye Chamberlain Novels & Stories

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

The control that had been savagely ripped away from her had been restored back to her. ‘Her, Dante, and Byron will watch over our pups and theirs and theirs when we’re gone,’ Faye said as we watched her face off against the asshole. ‘I hadn’t even thought about it. She shared her light, which then lengthened his lifespan.’ Faye nodded her head and snickered when Ziyah got him to effortlessly submit to her. Fucking hell. She was the best interrogator I had ever seen. Caiathus had explained that it had been her forte before she had been taken.

Faye uttered to her in a slightly strict tone which made Raelyna clearly understand how serious she was at that moment. She didn't want her to enter inside his room without his consent, and by no means, she was allowed to break that rule as this could bring severe consequences for her here. Raelyna nodded her head in her reply, bringing a smile on Faye’s face again. “By the way, how old are you, Raelyna?” Faye asked her, once again started walking. Raelyna walked beside her. “I am 22,” Raelyna answered. “I am 25,” Faye told her.

SAGE The door opened, and Faye walked in with Kaius; she was wearing the most absurd clothing; her top was drenched in sweat, dirt clung to her shorts, and her sneakers. Strands of her hair were clinging to her face. She looked rough yet ravishing at the same time. She nonchalantly took her seat next to Shantel, rather than the space next to me. I had earlier made Sloane change her position; I didn't know why, but I felt that if she stayed clear of me, Faye might consider taking up the space.

Faye was a friend of her fathers she did Grace's make up and hair for every event, and even came along to the events herself. "Hi Gracie." Her chirpy voice called out at the sound of the door chime. "Are you looking forward to the party?" She came out through the tasles on the doorframe of the back room. Her long bleache blonde hair was pinned straight, she wore a white cami top and black jeans, she had an orange tinge to her skin from the fake tan, with her full thick eyelashes and dark green eyes, she gave off a shiny happy aura. "Hi Faye, Yeah it's going to be great." Grace smiled back at her, her brown eyes held excitement within them. "I love a good pamper day." She walked over to the d

"Guys are jerks." Faye chuckled, and she joined in, wondering how an attractive young woman could hook up with an overbearing ass like Bernabe. It all came down to money, and once again, she thanked her lucky stars that she’d escaped that world and all it stood for. "Aren’t you the lucky one? Here comes your delicious husband." Faye jumped up and smoothed her dress, tears forgotten as she batted her eyelashes at Chase. "Nice to see you, Chase." Chase nodded, his gaze fixed on Amaya rather than the eye-catching figure sashaying away in a fiery dress, earning him more Brownie points than she could count.

‘What happened after this moment? ‘I went home,’ Faye answered. ‘I was broken at the thought of what you and Mathilda were going through. And most of all, I felt hatred, hatred unlike anything I had ever felt before. Hatred towards Magnus, disgust towards Mary and loathing towards Tobias for blindly following the monster and failing to protect his family. As soon as I reached my cottage, the rain came down in torrents and I summoned Bess and Claudia. I needed their council and their wisdom…’ . ……………

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

Charmine’s clear eyes turned cold, and she arrogantly clapped back, “You’re not in the place to judge us. Do you truly think that you’re the reason why he didn’t mind you sticking around? Young lady, I advise you to be realistic! You need to have your boundary—don’t be a third-wheeler! Oh, I forgot to tell you. You don’t even have the right to be one! He didn’t even like the Princess from Kansas or McKenzie, so do you think he’d fall for you? If you do like him, queue behind them. I can get you a number—number thirty-eight!” “You...!” Infuriated, Faye’s face turned pale as she clenched on the herb tightly. “He’ll leave you one day!” she barked.