Romance Novels Fabio Novels & Stories

“Make me yours, Jonathan.” I whispered in a seductive tone, closing the distance between our lips. The desire to feel him inside me overwhelmed me, and I longed for our souls to merge forever, untouchable by anyone who would dare to separate us. “It’s unbelievable that this moment has finally arrived, the day I’ll claim you. I’ve been eagerly awaiting this day, which felt like an eternity. Thank you, my angel, for never giving up on me. I love you so much. You are a precious gift from God.” He confessed, his eyes brimming with love and deep desire as he gazed at me.

In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

He broke up with his fiancée for Christ's sake. No. He wasn't going to give up. Faith was his. Whoever her date was, he wouldn't lose to that guy. He was Anthony DeMarco, and he didn't like to lose. It was time to stop playing the nice guy. Faith didn't realize what he was capable of, so she thought she could leave him whenever she wanted. It was time to play dirty.

"Yvonne, I've prepared a gift for you. I'm sure you'll love it." Perhaps out of anger at me, Yvonne deliberately smiled at Fabian and acted rather intimate with him. She took out her phone and sent me a message. "If you don't come back this instant, I'll run off with Fabian." But Fabian, mistaking this for Yvonne having feelings for him, flashed a smug grin. Thinking his chance had finally come, he set about ingratiating himself with Yvonne even more eagerly. He took Yvonne to the sea of roses I had prepared. The roses were blooming with extraordinary brilliance.

He hesitated just a fraction before taking off his black suit jacket and presented it to me. “You're a darling,” I cooed taking the warm jacket and sliding my arms into the sleeves. I could swear the temperature spiked just from Marco's heated gaze—on me specifically. “Just doing my job.” Fabio said just as the elevator dinged and opened, letting us out. Fabio stepped aside so I could get out first. I snuck a look at Marco to see his jaw so clenched I feared his teeth might pop. He wasn't looking at me anymore since Fabio could see him from where he was now standing but his shoulders were so tense and he was holding his jacket a little too tightly.

In my mind, his cold words from the cemetery kept replaying themselves in a loop. "Phoebe relied on her status as the Klein heiress to make this marriage happen. She should've already prepared herself to go home to an empty house and be all alone after getting married. I'm just letting her get a taste of it in advance," Zachary said with a scoff. He held the woman next to him tightly and added, "Don't worry, Lola. Even if I do go back to her later, I will never abandon you." Lola Seaman was Zachary's first love and the woman he had loved for many years.

The gesture was incredibly friendly, almost romantic, but Ollie didn't react at all. Elsie tried not to worry. Ollie had told her that they'd had a thing in the past, but he swore it was in the past. Even though that little cheek-wipe didn't look very past-ish. She thought of all the images she'd seen when she looked him up that one time. He always had a beautiful lady on his arm. It had always been someone with beauty like Nikki, not like her.

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”

"Stop trying to shout, the harder you try, the weaker you get." "What the hell do you want from me?" I asked. "I told you this morning, leave Alex and come to me, be my assistant" he said and I scoffed. "Impossible, I rather die than work for an asshole like you" I said. "Do you know the Pedra da Gavea?" He asked and I kept quiet. "It's a cliff, a very high cliff here in Rio, it's more than 2500ft high such that if anyone falls down from it, there's no chance of surviving."