Faye Story Novels & Stories

Gabriel said calmly, sipping his hot water. One sentence was all it took to make her reconsider leaving. "You..." Damn you! Her anger flared up as she sat across from him, fiddling with her phone to calm herself. Just then, Gabriel's phone rang. She heard him say, "Elegance Western Bistro, Etiquette Road, got it." Fiona wasn't paying much attention to his conversation, her focus still on her phone. Suddenly, a news article about a "high-paying surrogacy scam" caught her eye. A sly idea formed in her mind as she glanced at Gabriel sitting opposite her.

It was time to tell them the truth. Taking a slow breath, I whispered, “I gave the missing feet to my great-grandmother before coming here with my mom. It needed to be done—now the balance is restored. But there’s something else I wanted to tell you both before anyone else found out.” I exhaled, my heartbeat echoing in my ears. “I’m pregnant—with your pup.” The moment the words left my mouth, Dahynael’s eyes went wide—and then his whole body tilted back like a falling tree. He hit the floor with a thud that made me jump, his shock written all over his face even as he lay staring at the ceiling in disbelief.

‎The meeting ended, each person carrying unease with them. ‎ ‎Ava returned to her condo, exhausted. She dropped her bag and collapsed onto the couch. Hearing movement in the kitchen, she walked in to see Zayn preparing noodles and eggs. ‎She hugged him from behind, pressing her cheek against his back. ‎Zayn smiled. “So how did the meeting go?” ‎Instead of answering, she bit his bare back playfully. ‎He turned, concern replacing amusement. “What happened?” ‎“I have two bad news.”

He asked. “From treachery!” I exclaimed. “From her.” I was about to continue when the door opened once more. Dang it! The head maid, Verya, entered with a tray in her hand as silent and composed as ever. “Alpha” she bowed and said softly. “I came to see if the girl had eaten.” Agora's head snapped in her direction. “She hasn’t. She is occupied with telling tales.” The head maid’s gaze shifted in my direction. “Tales?”

Maybe I wasn't born lucky in romance, maybe it was about time I stopped forcing things and focused on what truly mattered. At least, not everything was f*cked up from my side. At least, my career was growing and my name as a designer was flourishing, that was something to be proud of, no? "What about you, Yara? What happened to you? " After a long period of silence, she finally asked and athough it broke my heart just recounting everything that happened, I still narrated the whole story to her from how I was received at the gate by the bulter to how I was chased from the mansion and by the time I was done, my dear Angel was seething in rage. She looked like she could murder someone.

Then, she planted a trail of kisses on him lovingly and sensually before capturing his lips with hers. Their kiss deepened, so much so that they didn't even notice the flashing lights of the camera. I locked my phone screen, started my Ferrari, and sped past them. All the way, fragments of the things that happened recently came to the forefront of my mind. On the day Zachary was kidnapped, I ran myself ragged going from bank to bank to withdraw the ransom. I even begged to exchange my life for his despite Dad's objections. Back then, his family and his friends stood aside without saying a word. I thought they were so deeply grieved that they were powerless to act.

“My parents, my ma specifically. Constantly telling me what I can and can’t do. I’m to act like the high-born lady I am, not be who I want to be. She’s even forcing me to have a husband. I’m only 17. I’m not ready,” “You mean a mate,” I said, giving her a wink. I know what she is, even if she doesn’t know what I am. She gave me a beaming smile. Realizing I know what she's talking about. “What about your fated mate?” She shrugs her shoulders. “They don’t seem to care. As my ma and pa were not fated mates,” “Sounds rough,” I said. I introduced myself to her and discovered her name was Merida. I can tell she is an interesting character in the few minutes we have been chatting. The depressed fee

And it had already been 4 hours and no sign of him. "And now we have Wayo from the Faculty of Economics". The mc announced and Noah turned to the stage where Yo was sitting behind the Mic beside a piano. No doubt he had a soothing voice. Especially the song he chose. Noah smiled listening to him because it was his favorite too. Covered in lips Whispers in your eyes I'll be yours I'll be yours Nothing hurts more than not caring Time like black and white, knowing nothing about the future I feel like I've been waiting for you

She looked at him, "be sure to bury your crush on Faye around Emris. He may deny his feelings, but he's quick to kill when someone touches what belongs to him." Ryuu froze up. "How did you-?" "You're not a good liar, and your heartbeat gives you away." Mabel explained. "Then, I'll be on my way." *What just happened?* Ryuu thought. *WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW?!* ••• By the time Faye had taken several turns into unfamiliar hallways with unfamiliar doors, she concluded she was lost. "Why did I run away without asking for direction *and* a destination?" She breathed and sat on the floor to free her aching legs.

‘Tell her I love it, and I hope his personality is also like the name,’ Faye swooned in my head. ‘Tell it to him when you meet him,’ I replied with a snort. “Fairy…” I replied, “Faye means fairy.” “Bloody – fucking – perfect –” and without any warning, Nash lifted his hand and wrapped his fingers around a strand of my hair and sniffed it. And it was this mere act that threw Faye into an overdrive. I felt her forcing to come forward, to deliver the message herself, but I pushed her back with all my might.