Novel & Cerita Chibi Romano

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.

Arina's POV After that we reached home in no time. I am not sure why but Romano is looking really angry. This is what I have noticed about him, he only feels this one emotion... anger. How I wish I can give him a nick name... Angry bird! But I can't, because then my dead body will be disposed in a nearby dustbin and that is not something I want right now. As we got out of the car and entered the hall Lucia became excessive clingy to him again.

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.

He smirked at me and then he turned to my dad. "Mr. Romeo, this is Tatiana, my one and only daughter." My dad introduced me to him and he smirked looking at me. I was trying to avoid his eyes. "Tatiana, this is Mr. Romeo." "Deandre Romeo." He put his hand in front of me and I shook it. I don't have any other choice than being polite because he will be my dad's company investor at some point.

Isabella smiled, “I’m here for Ro, we have an important event.” The nickname slipped out so naturally that Aria almost missed it. “Ro?” She regretted asking the second the word left her mouth. Isabella smiled. “Roman.” Oh. Of course she called him that. Why was that annoying? She’d known the man for less than a week. “He hates attending these things alone,” Isabella continued lightly. “Though I suppose you wouldn’t know that yet.” The words were harmless.

he whispered. "Your heartbeat itself is a work of art." Luna's black eyes caught the candlelight as she cocked her head slightly to follow him. "Then perhaps you are being deceived by your imagination." He made a low, menacing laugh under his breath. "Defiance already?" He moved to stand behind her, his gloved fingers brushing against her shoulder. "You're pushing limits you don't fully comprehend." She stopped breathing. "Perhaps I learn more quickly than you realise." In the enormous mirror in front of them, Roman's image glowed dimly. His visage was expertly chiselled, aristocratic, and nearly too flawless for a violently governing beast. Sharp cheekbones darkened by flickering light; bla

Fabian was humming as he walked into the building. His face was bright and open, without the usual furrowed brows his employees were accustomed to seeing. The employees’ faces showed their astonishment when they saw a small smile on his lips. They found it hard to believe that "The Beast," as they called him, was now smiling at every employee he passed by, humming a tune as if it were truly a wonderful day. Everyone was in awe as they witnessed, for the first time, Mr. Romano putting on even the slightest smile.

He said in an almost teasing tone. “Like I said, stay away from me. Your attention should solely be on Angelo.” He turned his back to her. “I won’t disappoint you Mr. Romano! And thanks for giving me this opportunity.” She shouted after him as he left the room without another word. Now outside the room, at the front of the door….he noticed that his breath hasn’t being steady while he was in there. There was something about the woman that nag him. She had sent him her portfolio few days ago, and she was just a normal citizen of Italy who works full time in a cafe. But for some reason, Ari didn’t strike him as that kind of person. He shoved the thoughts aside as he headed down the stairs. He w

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

I lied. Esteban walked, scratching his bald head with a sheepish smile. “Pobre bebé,” shaking his head and kneel in front of me. “Piggyback now,” “T-Thanks, Papá, but I can handle myself,” his head is shining as the rays of sun directed on it. The pitch-black shades he’s wearing absolutely fit in him, with the bulky body he had and tattoos. Papi Chulo is he. “Piggyback or piggy fuck. You choose, Hijo,”