Chibi Romano Novels & Stories

Even many in the Bi community as they often didn't want to risk being found out. Roman and I just looked at each other in shock. Guess his Alpha really didn't know but still accepted our mate bond. I continued to pull my long hair back into a ‘man bun’ before walking over to the table that I had created with all my special toys. I had many different toys for every occasion. My favorite was my spiral knife. When screwing the knife it is slow and hurts like a bitch but when it is straight up pulled out it pain and damage that it makes takes forever to heal. There was also a bucket of liquid steel and the deadly purple flowers that soak in a water, alcohol mixture. I take great care to ensure t

The serene sight helped ground me, a temporary balm for the anger that never really left me. There was a brief pause, and I could practically see the grin spreading across his face. "Da. You could say that." Interest piqued, I leaned forward, fingers drumming on the sleek surface of the table. "And that would be?" "Oh, I managed to get our slippery friend to see reason." Roman's voice oozed with pride. "You remember Giovanni 'The Viper' Ricci, don't you?" I chuckled as an image of the ostentatious gang leader sprang to mind. Ricci, known for his love of venomous snakes and treacherous alliances, hadn't earned his nickname lightly.

Rome calmly said. Was it just my imagination… or did his tone change when he spoke to me? Soft and calm despite his low voice. "You’re falling, huh?" Cheska said as she stood up, eyes locked on Rome with a smug grin that didn’t know when to quit. Clearly, the threat hadn’t scared her off at all. What are they even talking about? "No. Stop it, Francesca Emilia Lombardi," Rome said. Cheska’s eyebrows shot up. "Whoa… not the full name, signore."

] Romero jumped off the stool and stood behind the Chef his beautiful eyes wide with fear, ‘Smettila di spaventare il bambino Toni, aveva fame non ha fatto nulla di male' [Stop scaring the child Toni, he was hungry he has done nothing wrong] The Chef admonished the Guard and gently he untangled the boy from his whites and smiled at him, ‘Non aver paura Romero, Toni è un grande orsacchiotto, non ti farà del male.’ [Don't be afraid Romero, Toni is a big teddy bear, he won't hurt you.] He pushed him forward and the child looked up at the huge muscled Guard who was taken in again by his sheer physical beauty not wanting him to be scared again he smiled and reached out to ruffle his chestnut curl

Allison mumbled in embarrassment. Romario's eyes gleamed with amusement as he gazed at Allison, her embarrassment evident in her flushed cheeks. He chuckled, his deep voice rumbling, "Ah, my pet wants clothes, huh?" He turned to his wardrobe, retrieving a pair of sweatpants and a shirt, for Allison put on. Romario's eyes sparkled with mischief as he pulled Allison close, their chests pressing together. His breath caressed her face, making her heart race. "Master..." she whispered, but Romario silenced her with a short, intense kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, leaving her breathless.

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

I chuckled. "It is really you, Romanov?" She asked and I shrugged slightly. "Hi, Roman." A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "Oh shit, don't tell me you... You work for Pietro Giacometti?" There was visible panic on her face as she threw the question at me. "I do" I replied nonchalantly, with a shrug of my shoulder. "Hell, you look nothing like you looked like in highschool. How..." "You certainly look nothing like it too" I took a gulp of beer.

she pointed at the unfamiliar dish. Lucian smiled, “chilaquiles.” “Chila what?” He chuckled, “it’s a popular Mexican breakfast, you love the country, I figured you wouldn’t mind trying a few of their meals,” he winked at her. “Well, I will love trying a new food when I am full actually, I don’t want to taste something I won’t like and end up ruining my appetite. So if you don’t mind, I will go with these ones.” She acknowledged the rest of the meal and immediately began eating while Lucian chuckled and took the plate of chilaquiles and started eating from it.

I’m grateful. Suddenly, a hand lands at the small of my back. I turn. A man, handsome and about my age, smiles at me. Light brown hair, just enough scruff to be interesting, and eyes like liquid ink. “Mrs. Luciano,” he says smoothly. “Please, call me Quinn.” I smile. “And you are?” “Pablo Romano,” he says, leaning in to kiss both my cheeks. Ah. One of the Don’s men. “One of the capos,” I murmur with recognition. “Recently promoted, right?”

Every time she saw Romeo together with Julius she would sneak and peek on them. One night she decided not to go to bed early as she usually did. She knew that her brother had invited his friend to their home. She waited until the late hours of the night. She heard their footsteps and decided to sneak behind their backs. What she saw make her weak at the knees. No wonder Romeo had not had a serious relationship with the girl he once dated in their village. Nomusa was a beautiful and perfect young girl. She had beauty and brains. Zamantungwa knew that Nomusa could make a perfect wife one day. She was also coming from the royal family. She and Nomusa were getting along so well and she knew tha