Fabio Novels & Stories

Yaslyn pressed. Fabia hemmed and hawed, struggling to find the right words but ultimately saying nothing. "What's the matter? Are you unwilling, or have you been threatened?" Yaslyn inquired further. Fabia shook his head, his response causing Yaslyn's eyebrows to furrow. "I don't know who he is." "Do you remember what he looks like?" After pausing for a moment, Fabia began cautiously, "He's quite handsome and appears gentle, but his eyes are cold. Most notably, he has a tiny butterfly-shaped pink scar near his eyebrow."

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.”

, but it just doesn’t happen. Robert has a different problem. Work is just so cool. He has seen so much in the short time that he has been in David Oswald’s employ. The people he works with are cool, especially David Oswald, who seems like he can do anything. He also really likes Gary Ingalls, who is simply a frame of reference. He can’t be like David Oswald – why not try to be like Gary?

And my mate had been taken. finis

Everything was different with her. “But now, you’ve waged Sparare a vista on the X-Men all because of a wet tight pussy!” He laughed, humorless. “You don’t deserve to be Re, Vincenzo.” He shook his head at me. “Where is Fabiano.” I asked, my patience as thin as a thread. “He’s not here. He knew you were coming in anger, so, he fled.” Rio shrugged. “But, he left a message for you.” He added.

The metal chains clinked loudly as he moved against them. He forcefully opened his swollen eyelids and yelled in a hoarse voice, "Sirena Cabrera! What do you mean by that? What enemy Famiglia? Isn't Reina an orphan?" I turned around and approached Fabio. He used to be my only support, and I even once thought that he was my hero. But now, I realized that he was just nothing but a fool with nothing but love and lust on his mind. "An orphan?" I laughed out loud. "Fabio Lopez, your so-called orphan, is actually a mole that the enemy Famiglia spent three years cultivating. She only approached you because you were dumb, not because yo

I stared up into his eyes until I folded and muttered, “What do you want..?” “Alright!” The sound of Fabio’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts as he comes to stand beside me to shift the laptop toward him. In black, thick-rimmed glasses, a tucked-in, button-up, blue striped shirt, and dark jeans, he is precisely like the stereotypical tech guru in every modern day movie—minus the part where he oversees the Mafia’s encrypted network. “You should be able to search freely without being flagged now,” he says as his fingers type at the speed of light before shifting the laptop back to sit directly in front of me.

Amber had to ask again, “What was his name?” I’ll do anything he asks me to. “Fabian Williams…I’m sure you’ve heard of him. He’s the CEO of Virtuex.”

“This is hand-combed Italian cashmere. It’s a very specific kind of energy.” Joana squinted at him through her glasses. “Ah, so that’s where the attitude comes from. It’s the wool.” A roar of laughter broke out, sharp enough to cut through the jazz playing in the background. Isha clapped her hands together, her eyes dancing. “Okay, but for the sake of my next chapter, do you actually solve every minor inconvenience with a Glock?” “Sometimes,” Fabio said, his voice terrifyingly calm as he swirled his drink.

I snap. .