Fgo Romani Novels & Stories

Huh? R? What's– Roman. “Bastard!”

he said, grabbing my hand again. “I do,” I replied, voice steady. The whole table went quiet for a beat. “If you do… What's his name?” Javier challenged, eyes locked on mine, waiting for me to crack. I said the name of the one man I’d known forever—the one who was right here in Paris, the one who’d asked me to be his fling. “Roman,” I said clearly. “Roman Saint. That’s his name.” “Ohhhh,” someone in the group let out.

It was Roman! What is he doing here?!

Caelen asks, and I nod. “Yes, her name is Gabby.” I jump a bit when Roman spins on his heel to punch the nearest wall. The wall cracks beneath the force, and his monstrous growl fills our ears. “That damn bitch!” Caelen shakes his head in disbelief. “She has been hiding under our noses this whole time.” “Okay, can someone please tell me what is going on?” I demand. Roman meets my eyes, and the words that leave his lips cause me to grow pale. “That girl was no ordinary maid; that was Amarie.”

I noticed that she is the more lively one than Anabella. That day I remember Romano signing the treaty and promised to never stab in our back and we did the same. We kept our promise but that greedy bastard wanted more than what he had and made my father his first target. I have planned my revenge very wisely and I exactly know what to do and when to do it.

Her hands fight for a hold on my back as her tits rub against my chest. Her eagerness, her willingness is going to send me over the edge. But I need to get her there first. “You want to come on this cock, Moya Roza?” “Please,” she begs, and I feel the plea in my dick. Next time she begs me, it’s gonna be from her knees. I move my mouth until my lips are just brushing against hers. “Please, who?” I demand. “Who am I?” She tries to pull me closer. “You’re my Roman .”

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.”

I hope you know that. I love you, Roman

The world did not yet know it, but Rome had begun to bleed. Far from the shadows of Dante Moretti’s empire and the ruins of the Marcello estate, a new storm was brewing—silent, patient, and deadly. In the vaulted crypt beneath Geneva, surrounded by sealed documents and codes older than the Council itself, the Romanos had returned from the grave. Not just to haunt. But to reign. Geneva – Council Vaults Giordano Romano moved like a man reborn, the years in hiding etched into the lines of his face, not with weakness, but with fury sharpened into resolve.

With a more steady tone, I asked. Roman inhaled deeply and ran his hand through his hair. "I don't know yet. But we will figure it out.” I fixed my gaze on him and memories of our first meeting rushed over me. Roman Blackhood the man who had once been my enemy, was now my only ally. --- I couldn't sleep that night. Elijah's words and his eyes were ingrained in my recollection each time I closed my eyes. "Naomi Carter, you are mine. I won’t stop at nothing to get you.”