Romance Novel Cover Fabio Novels & Stories

“Try me.” “Ah, but violence doesn’t suit you tonight,” Fabiano teased, his Italian accent wrapping around every word like velvet. “Not when you have a lady to impress.” Roman opened his mouth, probably to threaten him again but I spoke before he could. “Are you two always like this?” I asked, amused despite myself. “Worse,” Roman said. “Better,” Fabiano countered. “Go fuck yourself Rossi” Roman hissed with impatience “Why would I?”Fabiano asked with a glint in his eyes “When my mi amor is right here, right Bella?” He teased and the look Roman gave him was enough to send him to his grave.

AUTHORESS POV "Kingston please,you are hurting me"Vida's voice was teary .Her wrist was beginning to redden as his grip tightened.His weight pinning her slender form to the cold hard wall was almost too painful to endure but struggling now could bring harmful results.Dangerous ones even.He left her waist to and held her face trying to kiss her making the towel she wrapped around herself fall , leaving her stack naked in front of Kingston. The pained worsened as his grip tightened even more.He held her waist with his other hand and tried kissing her again while she turned her face else where .She was trying to get out of his grip but the more she tried,the more he got more angry.

The Nouveau-riche Romance Chapter three "So he is the CEO of his own private company, at just twenty-eight?" Joan held up a pink puff sleeves dress up for Francesca's appraising eyes. "What about this?" "He is not the sole owner of Maven enterprise, but yeah he runs the place," Francesca fixed the dress Joan held up for her with a look of distaste. "Isn't that old, don't you have any new ones?" Francesca rummages through the bundle of clothes on Joan's bed, "what did you do with all your time in Washington?"

’ His voice was incredulously calm. She could see passion in eyes as deep and mysterious as the ocean itself. ‘Where, Carrie, and how?’ his deadly soft voice reminded her. ‘Do you want to be like most and have sex in the bedroom. Or would you like to be bold and have me take you on this beautiful Italian rug, coloured with the birds of paradise.’

Fabiano said, pouting in an irritating way. This old fool must be mentally deranged. “I'd rather you play the dead uncle”. I muttered as Bianca and Valentino laughed. “Not so soon, Alessandro”. Fabiano said, wagging his old crooked finger. I visualized chopping it off, dipping it in orange paint and using it to paint Robyn's fiery mane of red hair on a pure white canvas. Only thinking about it gives me a rush of excitement and pleasure. “So, please tell me about yourself, dear Victoria”. He resumed again.

“That would be great, Mr Romano. Thank you.” A few minutes later, another gentle knock sounds before the door opens just enough for Fabio to step inside with a silver tray. The faint aroma of chamomile drifts into the room as he sets the cup down beside my laptop. “Here you are, Ms. Richardson,” he says with a polite bow of his head. “It should help you sleep.” I close the lid of my laptop and rub my temples, offering him a small, grateful smile. “You’ve thought of everything, Mr. Romano. Thank you.”

“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.”

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

"Okay," "If it weren't for you being able to get an interview with Nicolo Caruso, we wouldn't have sold out all of our copies. Now the Barone publishing company is meeting the number 2nd best publishing in Italy and other cities," she smiles slightly. "Chief publisher will surely reward you," she added. "This is extra of the previous work of last month," she hands it over to me. Wow, it carries a picture of my husband on the cover page. Why is he so handsome?"Thank you, Team Leader," I smile like a maniac hugging the book. "I go now and call Director Santoro's office," I smile and walk out.

] A picture of her holding a book to her face was sent. Lei stared hard at the cover. It almost looks the same with the one he was holding at first glance but upon closer look, it was actually different. Their style and vibe was differing completely. The one in his hand gave off a slightly softer vibe with a hint of romanticism, belonging to most cultivation novels. The one on his sister’s however, was completely dark with no signs of romance in it at all- just looking at the cover will make you take a glimpse of how dark it is inside. Their only sole similarity that made them look alike at first glance was the color of the robes, both guys on the cover was wearing, and the fact that they bo