Chibi Romano の小説・ストーリー

Alissa rolled her eyes and Aria already imagined who was the owner of that voice, after all had heard it the other day. In Aria’s vision, Mateo looked like those street-racing bikers. Probably a typical women’s catcher, who was sunbathing and full of tattoos all over his body, covered in a black shirt and jacket. "Pleasure, Mr Romano, I believe." Aria smiled politely. "I’m sorry about your incident, beautiful. I’m here now, I’m the best to protect you." He looked at Alissa with his brown eyes and asked: "Don’t you think so, Ali?"

she was clearly impressed. "Roma? What's the meaning of Roma?" " um, it's a short for Romanus Mbong Eket" Roma answered feeling a bit awkward about her name. " wow, you're from a tribe that shares semantic similarities with..." "Mother..." Chad interrupted, and forced a fake smile, trying to avoid her geek rantings. She always did that clearly hadn't changed. His mother smiled and continued. "...Oh dear, you look like a good girl, are you my son's..."

Romero shouted in shock. "He has the Romano's branding," I said to him. The Romano's one of the most ruthless mafias in Italy. They used to enjoy the luxury of being above everyone else until they decided to mess with me. They no longer hold the same power that they used to but they remain to be a threat. "What do you mean he has the Romano's branding? Dr. Silvano said she didn't find anything." Romero said, confused. "It was a scar, it looked like it was branded on him since he was a child. It was a scar that they used to brand their heirs." I said to Romero.

He laughed, as the faux announcer shifted closer, and Reena blinked twice in surprise; the only acceptable expression of surprise from an agent. Mr Romano was cheerful and tall with an extremely lean frame. He was also dark, and the tattoos that twisted over his arms also curled their way around his bald head, and his eyes were shaped into narrow slits. “Caelan! About time.” He laughed, as they both clasped hands, and he nodded to the waiter. An act that brought him over faster than Reena could blink.

I'm not a mutt. - Lorena! – Romeo reprimands. - I'm sorry, sir. Julius is not a mutt he is a prince. Shane is the mutt. Romeo chuckles. - Shane is the future beta of the pack, his second in command. - A mutt. – she says showing her neck. Romeo laughs. Lorena had started to like Shane and didn't want to admit it to herself. It was so cute. Romeo bites Lorena, but lets go immediately.

“Did Mick get his wolf?” “It’s that one right there,” I pointed to the black wolf as it darted after Cortina. “His name is Rome.” “Rome,” Billy nodded, studying the creature. “He got strapped with an Italian human. Funny shit.” He watched Rome catch up with Ivar and tackle him to the ground. “He’s massive. Looks bigger than you.” Ivar scoffed in my head. “Bull shit.” “He’s not,” I muttered. “Looks like he might be.”

One topic moved to another and they are now talking about Nari, which according to Roman, should be the next in line for the throne. "So, let's see if I get this right. Four days ago, Nari wanted Romeo to mark her as his mate on her birthday. And when Romeo refused, she cursed him to remain as a wolf for all eternity?" Annabelle recounted, her expression incredulous as she munched on her fries. In response to her question, the boys stopped eating and looked at Chucky, their eyes glazed before they finally answered. "Yes." The boys replied in unison before returning to their Big Macs.

The man who had every damn woman throwing themselves at his feet with his stupid perfect Greek god looks and flirty tongue. It was no other than Roman Argentero, the man I had a regrettable history with and the same one I hated with a passion. "A Belluci dares to come into the Argentero territory? You're as fearless as I've heard." Roman commented, shoving his arms into his pocket and tilting his head to the side, showing off his stupid beautifully sculpted chin. I looked behind him to see a set of identical twins on each of his sides, the only thing differentiating them both being the 'A' tattoo on one's neck and the longer hair he had.

My shock froze me, and in that moment Romani’s hand clamped around my neck, firm but not cruel, just enough to remind me he was in control. “Were you heading somewhere after all?” he teased, his voice dripping with mockery, like he was enjoying my panic. He followed my gaze to the water. “Was he chasing you?” Romani asked, calm as if this was his daily routine. “Let me enlighten you. That’s no animal, that’s a shaman. These abominations can shift into animal forms. He wanted to capture you. Hybrids are highly sought after. You’re exactly the type he needs for his evil crafts.”

He was wearing a tan leather coat and a pair of burgundy oxford shoes that stood out along with a classic hat. “It has been a while since we met in person, Stefan.” The man politely greeted him as he removed his hat to show his balding hair. “Signore Monterri, it has been a while, indeed.” He politely greeted him. The two man exchanged handshake and each of them took their seat. There were only few men in this world capable of making Stefan act with the utmost respect and this man was one of those few. He was Roberto Monterri. The man known as the Miracle Maker. However, the miracles were nothing spiritual. He was more of a godfather than anything.