Tabi Novels & Stories

He needed his empire, his men, his work to keep his family safe and protected and only then he could spend his life peacefully. --- Tabby

Just a moment ago, they were doting on Jasmine, splurging on a fancy orchestra for her entertainment. I bet while I lay awake at night, trying to ease their load, Jasmine was nestled in her plush bed, lost in dreams. "Check this out. A handmade New Year's card just for you, for our favorite little sis. It'll keep you company while we're out working," my second brother, Ryan, said as he pulled a pink card dotted with ink stains from his pocket. They lavished her with luxury while all I had was a tattered piece of paper. I bet even the paper was a castoff from Jasmine.

He held a glass of whiskey with ice, which he slowly swirled between his long fingers. "Tiago, from Finance, correct?" Calleb's voice was clear, cutting through the background music like a blade. "Mr. Assis. Yes, exactly. A pleasure." Tiago extended his hand, which Calleb shook with a quick, firm movement, without taking his eyes off the young man's face. "Were you discussing something interesting?" Calleb asked, finally shifting his gaze to Lara. The question was for Tiago, but the look was for her. It was a flat look, with a smooth surface, yet behind it Lara could feel the fury of a contained storm.

Probably I missed more about their friendship and she calls them now her cousins too. "So why is Hudson here, grandma?" Deniz asks. Grandma? What is going on here? My mother stares at me like she sees a ghost. "I think you should ask your mother." She says and cracks up in tears. Then she walks away and Kerem comes from the living room. Everything goes so fast I'm so confused right now. "Kerem Abi? Why is grandma crying?" This innocent and worried girl asks Kerem. But did she just call him Abi? Like 'brother' in Turkish? What did I miss?

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Kabir nodded, his hands on the table and eyes on the girl, unflinching, unblinking. She kept her hands on the table. Her fingers touched Kabir's, and he shivered a little. He looked down at the long, delicate fingers, the nails painted a beautiful maroon to match her dress. He longed to hold them. He moved his fingers a little to take them closer to hers, then suddenly retracted them. He knew this pleasure was short-lived. Tia would leave in a few minutes, and he would be left alone to finish his coffee. This won’t be the first time it would be happening to him.

"Have all the chips and cameras been set up around the room like Demi asked" "Yeah, boss just set up the last one before the first guy showed up" Samantha tells me as she hands me a tablet. "Good have all teams on servallince with one of these" I say pointing to the tablet "Nico will be on roof top with Carver, Nelo and Opel. Make sure their drones are ready, and their handlers are fucking briefed" I take the tablet with me and head to my fiancés room. Fuck I love that word and her. The revelation of my feelings for her never shocked me as much as they do now that I have her.

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Henry had his arm around Cecilia's waist, only letting go when he saw me. "Well, well, look who came running the second Henry called. The ultimate simp." "Did you guys hear? Henry proposed to her with a can tab! Can you believe it?" Laughter filled the room. My humiliation, their entertainment. I didn't even glance at them. Just walked straight to Henry. His face was flushed from alcohol, his usual pale complexion tinged pink. "Lulu," he said, pointing at a glass on the table. "You love me the most, don't you?"

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.