Chibi Romano Novels & Stories

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.

Roman emerged first, followed by two other men I recognized, and made his way over. “Did you have a good night?” Roman taunted as he stood in front of me. “All alone with nobody coming for you, waiting for your knight, who is lying in a ditch somewhere.” I glared up at him. “You don’t know where he is, so stop trying to pretend you do.” “He’s not coming for you, Ella.” “My name is Ari.” “Still so feisty, I see.” He leaned in closer. “I can’t wait to break you.”

Thank God not even one touched us We went inside and met mom and Chubi as usual. The bond between these two is increasing Day by Day. I even thought mom would stop as he grew older but they're getting even close. Sometimes you'd see them discussing like adults. And since Chubi is at his questioning age, mom has a lot to answer to him Chubi: Anibe! He ran and hugged him. He hasn't seen Anibe in like two weeks Anibe : the boy with a killer smile. Come on show me those dimples

I looked up to see him already staring at me "..No ..sir I won't ...then she is forgiven I guess?" Manager looked expectantly at him "fu perdonata nel momento in cui posai gli occhi su di lei" (She was forgiven the second I laid my eyes on her) I gave him a confused look as he passed me a small smile He held out his hand for me to shake I again wiped my sweaty hand on my apron and held it out shaking his large strong ones. "Nice meeting you Bambino...I am Alessandro Romano" "I am...Sapphire Brown Mr Andro"

She asked. "Yes. Mr Romeo." "So you want to keep pretending you don't know me Leo?" He said, ignoring my outstretched hand. "You look like one of my workers, Pablo, but I just don't want to be too forward," I replied. He scoffed. "I respected you before, but after you left her, my respect for you went down the drain. Has it ever occured to you to ask for my name? Pablo is just a nickname I've grown to love. My name is Romeo Sebastiano, that's supposed to ring a bell to you " . With that, he pulled out Emily's chair and sat on it.

I was overwhelmed, and that was all I could say. “Rome Langston. He’s a lord,” said Linden. “Just Rome. Hi, nice to meet you, Robyn.” “You’re a lord?” Star-struck, I shook his hand. “Like Lord Rome?” He chuckled. “Yes, in a small monarchy of Triberis Capria. My wife couldn’t make it.” “Wow. Do I need to curtsy?”

“At least tell me your name.” “Bianca.” “I’m Roman Rutherford. Call me Roman.” He extended a hand. I shook it, noting the strength in his grip. “Nice to meet you.” He smiled, stepping closer. “You're being mean because you’re here with your husband?” “I’m not married. I just want to be alone,” I said, firm, cautious. “I know you’ve got a lot going on. I just want to understand,” he said softly. I hissed, brushing past him. “The worst mafia aren’t the arrogant ones, they’re the charming ones.”

"Remember what I do to people who piss me off, Romano. To those who touch my property. Don't forget, I can do it to you, too." For a split second, something in Romano's expression faltered, but he quickly masked it with a grin. He picked up a cherry from the fruit bowl on his desk, spat the pit into the garbage, the sound echoing in the room. "Don't worry, Julius," he nearly purred, "I'll take excellent care of your little sister." Once Julius left, Romano grinned at Jenny, a smile spreading completely across his face. He gave her another assessing look and popped a cherry into his mouth. Jenny noticed a small drip of cherry juice on his chin and looked away.