Chibi Romano Novels & Stories

"You say I'm the only one you care about, but every time you had to make a choice, you chose her." "I—" "Mamma!" A high-pitched, cheerful voice rang out from nearby. Romano's entire body went rigid. A little boy came running across the grass, clutching a small yellow flower. He lunged into my arms, looking up at me with a grin that revealed two canines. His face was a mirror image of Romano's. Romano stared at Nicarete. His lips quivered. "W-What is his name?" I didn't answer. Nicarete looked at Romano with curiosity. Tilting his head, he asked, "Mamma, who is this?"

Biting on her bottom lip, Chloe took a long look at Rome, and then she smirked and said, "There's no need to be shy. It's just the two of us here." When Rome didn't speak or look her way, Chloe got annoyed, but she suppressed her feelings as a lopsided grin surfaced on her lips, and softly intoned, "I want you, Rome!" There were so many thoughts running through Rome's head, and even though a lot of things didn't make sense, he knew one thing for sure that he needed to get out of there.

We can. Rome smiled at her, not saying a word for a while. It was as if he was calming himself down. It took him a full six seconds of just smiling and flashing his dimples at her before he lovingly said. "Romano III is here." "You got to be kidding me..." "Your body felt different." Rome's hand glided down from her breast to her tummy. Then, still smiling, his eyes softened, as if he had confirmed something just by feeling her. "He's here."

He cast the hanging figure a look of profound personal offense. "This better be worth it, Jabari." Deimon's eyes burned toward the laughing figure. The cackle was already working on his nerves, and it sat wrong with him "And who is this fool under your arm?" "This —" Jabari glanced at the boy with disgust "— is Romulus Stillblade. Or so he claims. "Is that correct?" Another grin split the face wide open, bright and unrepentant.

Albani “You should have not bothered, the presence of a multi-millionaire like you here is enough already.” Mr. Albani said and Chaos smirked. “You’re very good friends so you deserve it.” Chaos said to change his gaze to Roman who is sitting and looking at them. “Oh, this is Roman…Roman Cenon, a new visitor here.” Mr. Albani said. “Roman Cenon.” Roman introduced himself to Chaos and offered his hand. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Cenon.” Chaos said and accepted his hand and grip it hard that made Roman flinch a little. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m just too powerful. I could not control it.” Chaos said and let go of his hand.

The vehicle had a sticker of the Casa Roma logo and a not for rent statement on the lower door frame. “Thanks Lio,” Ethan greeted as soon as they get on the car. The driver, Lio, was one of the most loyal worker of the Roma Family. For him serving the Roma was a privilege. He is already 53 and had already been Darrem's butler when the kid was just 7. Lio just nodded and watch the new faces on the head mirror. He stared at the lady on the glasses, and find her frame familiar, but didn't said anything about it.

Irk (Russian Mafia Boss) With the allied agreement between the De Leones and myself I've started to make more headway with le acceptance of my relationship with Tanner. The only issue is since I've been here, I've been spending lot more time with the most delicious of Russian men other then my Tanner, Damien is as skilled with a omputer as he is with a gun and to watch him take target practice is one of the hottest thing l've seen. “If you keep drooling, he's going to think you have the rabies" Tanner says from behind me.

Deandre Romeo I got home after 5 days in Italy doing a lot of work. I got home a little bit late at night. I walked inside and found the TV turned on. I walked into the living room and found Tatiana sleeping on the sofa with the TV watching her sleep. I walked to the special cupboard to get a bottle of wine. I took one glass and walked back to the living room. I opened the bottle and poured a small amount of wine into my glass. I drank it and closed my eyes.

Even if it was below her position to serve the food, I knew that she wasn’t stupid enough to refuse Mia Romano. Not that Mia was intimidating, but the weight of her surname in Chicago was equivalent to royalty. “Uh...right. Um... sure, Mrs. Romano, whatever you want,” Satan stammered and quickly skittered away, but not before sending a glacial stare my way. “Your employer is a bully,” Mia commented nonchalantly, dabbing her lipstick with a tissue and then invited me to join her. I wondered if her judgment of character was that accurate, how in the name of God, she was married to Viktor? I, for one, understood the aura of charming and dangerous men, but Viktor Romano seemed colder than a glac

Even from that close angle, he was breathtaking with his blonde hair and baby blue eyes. “But Mr. Romano, your handkerchief. It’s dirty now” she gasped. “It’s going to be my favorite handkerchief now that it has something related to you on it. There’s no need for formalities, call me Ronald” he said. Carmen gasped again. There wasn’t a hint on his face that he was joking, he looked extremely serious. Suddenly, his mouth opened and he closed his eyes tightly. “I’m so sorry, it absolutely sounded so creepy that your blood is now on it and me saying it will be my favorite”he said, looking like he wanted to slap himself but refrained from doing so.