Anna Romano Novels & Stories

She shifted uncomfortably, the bruises on her ribs making even small movements a test of endurance. She leaned forward, fingers steady as she inserted the flash drive into the laptop. The drive’s label—*Romano*—flashed across the screen, a cold reminder of the name she’d spent years chasing, a name that had become the bedrock of her vengeance. A name that was, even now, still a mystery.

She asked taking a quick glance over at me “ I have a mate, her name is cherry.” Ryan smiles “ Cherry like the stone fruit ? That’s so cute!” She smiles “ What about you?” She asked Creed “ no I’m not seeing anyone unless you count my pillow I see her every night” he winked She giggled “ gross” she said making the throwing up sound “ and you?” Creed asked me “ me? No, I don’t have anyone.” I said focusing on the road “ make a left after that stop sign” she said looking at me with sad eyes

She was elegant in that effortless Italian way—perfectly styled dark hair, expensive clothes, the kind of beauty that spoke of good genes and better skincare. Probably in her early thirties. Familiar in a way I couldn’t place. “Victoria Romano?” Her voice was cultured, with just a hint of an accent. “Yes?” “I’m sorry to bother you unannounced. I have some information I think you need to hear.” Something cold settled in my stomach. “About what?” “Alessandro De Luca.” The way she said his name—with a mixture of familiarity and disdain—made my skin crawl. “Who are you?”

Then Romano turned toward her, offering a small, apologetic smile as he extended a hand. "I’m Romano, Katrina’s cousin. Not by blood—her mom married my uncle, but we grew up close. She was always the bossy one." Romano was the typical Italian guy with the accent, the hair cut, frizzy hair falling over his forehead, thick brows and a beautifully cut face. He had soft eyes she wasn't sure what colour they were under the light, contrasting against Katrina’s mischievious ones. His smile tugged wider, but didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You must be Ella. The infamous wife." Ella shook his hand gently, offering a small nod. "That’s me. The... infamy."

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Even the children were happy to see him like this. “Luna!” The moment shattered. We both turned at the same time. Mira. She stood at the edge of the training field, dressed in a fitted cream blouse and sharp sunglasses, waving far too enthusiastically. And for a second, I could have sworn that Nolan tensed beside me. He didn't move, however, the smile that was on his face almost instantly shifted. “Are you ready for our shopping date?” she called out, voice carrying just enough cheer to sound false. “Don't tell me that you forgot?”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Plus, it might provide some extra leverage. “Cara Savio,” Mrs. Romano says, turning to face me. She's around Mrs. Russo's age, but heavyset. Her dark hair is clearly dyed and she wears bright red lipstick that clashes with her skin. However, her eyes are sharp and bright. She is a woman who has done the mafia family dance for decades. She is not to be underestimated. “Thank you for meeting me, Mrs. Romano,” I say respectfully. “I appreciate it.”

She said. " How can I sponsor or help my Anna if I can't find a good job" She said. She flagged down a cab and got in, she told the driver her address and he drove away. Romona Wealth is a twenty three years old orphan, whose parents died in gastly accident on their way back from to celebrate their daughter's birthday party. She lives with her best friend Annabel. She's a pretty girl, heart shaped lips, round pretty eyes, long brown curly hair. She's not the busty kind of girl, but she's not flat too. Let's just say she's in-between the two.

Albert Alistano Age 28 Sweet , loving , caring , handsome guy The boyfriend of Sriste parkar Los Angeles Romano Group & industries is top in full los angeles.The one and only CEO is River Romano ... age 29..still single ... River's pov "U all are useless..don't show your face again ..i hate those people who don't know how to do hard work. Alex just fire them" i said clenching my teeth...all know i am a ruthless angry man..who cares...i just want to be who i am...