Chibi Romano Novels & Stories

He dusted his hands like he’d just taken out the trash. I stared at him, stunned, heart pounding. “Who are you?” He walked toward me, slow enough not to scare me, eyes steady on mine. Up close, his presence was sharp and quiet, the kind that didn’t need to shout to own a room. “Luca Romano,” he said simply. Romano. The name punched through me like thunder. I’d heard it whispered in Dante’s world. The Romanos weren’t just anyone. They were his rivals. His enemies. The other half of the city’s blood.

Romeo's explanation already reddened his eyes. "I've done all the Beta tasks so far. I am making the pack safe despite yesterday's obstacles. I've tried to make the people not in trouble, I've also helped all your work well, and lastly ..." Romeo pointed at the black ink list. "I've cleaned the rogue from every corner of the pack, without exception." There he pointed to Rena's name listed. Early fall, 2009. A small teenager entered the Southwest region. Name: Rena Schaci. Status: Rogue.

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

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

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.

His head fall back while laughing so hard, making his neck exposed. “Calm down, cousin. I have my own…” he look at the girl left in the doorway. “Come in, Chiara!” he ordered. The girl slightly jump on her place and quickly went to him. “Down,” he commanded. My jaw drops when without a question, Chiara kneels beside him. My heart skipped and my feet went cold. I am not comfortable seeing such a scene. Romeo smirk and playfully mess Chiara’s hair. “See? I do not need to touch yours,” he proudly says to Ryler. “Also, I think this girl is way more submissive than yours,” he added and grin at me.

Too sharp for a world like this. But she’s mine. And I’ll burn every inch of this place to keep her that way. The next morning, Roman summons me to the front garden. He’s trimming roses. Red ones. The symbolism doesn’t escape me. “Walk with me,” he says. I do. “I hear Dominik likes you,” he says. “He bleeds slow.” Roman chuckles. “And Gianni?” “Useless. But scared.” “You’ve been busy.” “I don’t like being underestimated.”

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.