Romance Novels Fabio Novels & Stories

Lucia's POV I don't understand what Damien is talking about. I looked at him with confusion. “What do you mean?” I said. He looked at me, his eyes not losing their glare. “Keep pretending, and okay the innocent act. But you can't fool me because you're just as rotten as your bloodline. “You carry that deceiving and disgusting pretense, something that Romanos are very good at.” “My bloodline?” I furrow my brows. “My father was a good man.”

At the centre of the table was a large, silver goblet, which seemed to shimmer in the light. Along the walls of the room were several bookcases, filled with ancient tomes and texts, all written in a language that looked like a combination of Greek and Latin. Above the bookcases hung portraits of the previous Lycan council members, each one staring down from their frame with an almost lifelike intensity. The elders listened intently, but Liam could tell that they were still sceptical. When he finished, there was a long moment of silence. Finally, one of the elders spoke.

my panties while I took off my brazier. Now we and he were alone. No clothes Loving us Toni climbed on top of me, kissing me with such passion. I answered the kiss with the same intensity. He took his member and introduced it into me abruptly. I didn't know the wild side of Toni but now that I was meeting I loved it more and more. I gasped with passion. "Do you want to leave me?" He asks me while he is penetrating me gently. I love this movement. Our bodies were united in that room. "No," I say, feeling pleasure flooding my body. Antonio kisses me. "Don't do it then," he says between the kiss. I knew what I was doing, I wanted to convince myself not to leave. But even though I told him I di

"But you are the only fool, stup*d, and a$$hole man that I'll ever love, Fabio!" "Even after all that happened? Even if I hurt you? Even if I used another girl—particularly Leigh to intentionally make you cry? You still love me?" "Yes! Even if you are the foolest and the most stup*d insecure man ever on earth, nothing could change my feelings for you. My heart speaks only your name Fabio Jad Wynnfor, know that! So, from now on, you don't have to be jealous of anyone because there's no one but you in my heart."

And if he made Elena happy, Massimo would have to tolerate his existence. "It could be," Fabio replied. "Your grandmother was a divorcee." "You never talk about her," Massimo said. "Why are you bringing her up for another joke?" "I would never joke about Mary," Fabio said seriously. "And I don't talk about her because a man shouldn't just casually talk about the love of his life—haven't I taught you anything?" Fabio shook his head, trying to clear his frustrations. "Anyways, don't count yourself out just yet. Love works in mysterious ways."

When a hard, naked body was pressed against my back, and a hand wrapped around my waist, my eyes snapped up. All color left my face. I didn’t need to look over my shoulder to know who was it. Fabiano. “Missed me, my lioness?” He rasped, his hot breath falling over my ear. ***

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.

It was clicked a month ago before she disappeared. He heard soft footfalls approaching. He inhaled deeply and turned around. A scowl appeared on his forehead. "What are you doing here, Fabio?" He demanded in his deep voice. "Russo," Fabio said as he bowed his head. "I couldn't say this over the phone." He said, his face showing little signs of concern. "What is it?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at him. "Bianchi princess got engaged." Fabio revealed in hesitation, gulping hard.

His voice was laced with amusement. "How dare you?" I growled at him, making a move towards him. His men however, were quick to stop me right in my track. "Hey! Don't you shout at my Fabby." Sheila slurred, frowning and pointing a finger at me, as Marco tried to hold her back. Fabby? Was she referring to Don Fabio, an old, ruthless, cold mafia boss as "Fabby"? He was even smiling fondly at her. "What did you do to her?" I asked, giving Fabio my coldest glare.

the boy asked. "Ana," she just said. Rebecca knew very well that if that man was in that situation, it was probably because he wasn't on good terms. She didn't want to get involved with the mafia, she had had enough problems to go down that path, so she decided to lie. Rebecca said goodbye and started the car as soon as the boy got out. He stayed watching as the vehicle drove away. Luciano repeated the name of that beautiful young woman as if trying to engrave it in his mind. He had become smitten with her. She was daring and brave. Nothing like the other women he had met before. In addition, she was the most beautiful he had ever seen in his life. Without a doubt, he needed to see that girl