Sabio Novels & Stories

Mávros’s mood can get. “Oh, no.” Concern laced Marie’s tone. “Did the sexy devil forget the date again?” She was clearly trying to cheer me up by using ‘sexy devil.’ Mr. Mávros is a handsome guy with a towering 6’2 height, black curly locks, blue eyes, kissable lips, and perfect jaw for a Greek God. Yes, he has the body of a super-god-dammed-hot-model, and if he isn’t as moody as a girl with menstrual cramps, I’d say he is fucking perfect, but sadly he’s not perfect at all. Far from it. “I don’t know, I haven’t even finished the reports for the Rome project,” I said in between sighs, rubbing my temple in circles with my thumb, forcing my eyeglasses to move up to my hair.

His jaw worked as he placed a file on my desk, thin, almost empty. “What am I looking at?” I asked, frowning in confusion. “Nothing,” he said grimly. “Because there is nothing, Alpha.” I frowned. “Explain.” “There’s no record of any Lorenzo D’Amaris anywhere. No registration, no pack affiliation, no land ownership, no tax traces, no trade licenses under that name. The file you sent me, the company he claimed to represent? It doesn’t exist either. It’s a ghost registration, created with fake documents two months ago. Yes, everything seems legitimate to the amateur eye, but I am surprised that Maxine didn’t see through it. Everything here is not real.”

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

I learnt that word from a book. "Isabella. Grys. Low GPA, pitiful really, with a small, yet extensive, library. Father works in construction and mother in banking. Did judo for a few years and now does baby hacks for adults. Really underwhelming." their voice is rough but goes a few octaves higher with each word. It's so familiar but I swear by the last curly strand on my head I've never heard this person's voice before. But I'm so certain I know them, there's a tiny hint of familiarity with this person.

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

he replies and walks away. What the hell is Sabrina up to? and who could be the hybrid?

he said, his voice high-pitched, and his breathing off as though he had run here the second he heard I was in his parlor. Roberto Sabdoval was probably the most talented tattoo artist in the world, his art a force to be reckoned with, and I had come here because he was the last person to ever crush on my wife, her beauty caused a frenzy in the streets lately, every man was at great risk of what I would do if they looked at her in a way I did not like. He, on the other hand, would never make such a mistake; one, he was too scared of me to do that, and two, he was the most gay man in all of Brazil.

"My brain is designed for infinite storage. If he wants a host, he gets the Alpha. Sabi! Open the port! Route the 'Project' into my biometric signature! Now!" "Rage, it will kill you!" Sabizina screamed from the sub. "It’s the only way to get him out of the children," Rage said, his voice softening for a split second. "Do it, Sabi. For Leo. For Luna. For the girl in the woods. Give him what he wants. Give him... me." On the submersible, Sabizina looked at the code. She looked at the twelve lives. She looked at the pods of her own children. With a hand that felt like it belonged to someone else, she executed the command.

“I was seventeen when she was diagnosed. They gave her two to three months, and at two she was gone.” I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist, placing a kiss against his skin. “Who are you, Domenico?” He was silent as he thought about what I was asking. “I’m la Bestia. I want to be a man for you, Ari, but I don’t know how. I’ve been the beast for so long, covered in the blood of Ferrante’s enemies, that I don’t know how to be anything else.” “There’s more to you than that,” I said. I had seen it firsthand, felt it.