Fgo Romani Novels & Stories

Roman ordered, his fingers digging bruising indents into my waist. "I see your exact identity," I gasped, meeting his fierce, dilated gaze. My eyes deliberately locked onto his left eyebrow. The jagged, white scar cut sharply through the dark hair follicles, illuminated clearly in the red light. "Vocalize my name," Roman demanded, the kinetic friction of his movements accelerating. "Roman." "Increase your volume," he commanded, his chest heaving against my sternum. "Broadcast your ownership to the guards in the corridor." "I belong to the ink on the paper, Roman," I shot back, injecting a calculated spark of defiance to fuel his ego.

I stopped in my tracks. " Prince Rhaegar has a brother?" " Yes, didn't you know?" " No," I murmured. " The young Prince Roman... He is lowkey but handsome and popular like his brother," " Wait, Roman, like Roma?" I asked, and she nodded. " Oh yes, I thought you knew because there was a rumor that he was courting you," she said. I shook my head. Roma and I were friends, but I didn't know his station because I never saw him eat at the high table, nor did he mention it.

The serene sight helped ground me, a temporary balm for the anger that never really left me. There was a brief pause, and I could practically see the grin spreading across his face. "Da. You could say that." Interest piqued, I leaned forward, fingers drumming on the sleek surface of the table. "And that would be?" "Oh, I managed to get our slippery friend to see reason." Roman's voice oozed with pride. "You remember Giovanni 'The Viper' Ricci, don't you?" I chuckled as an image of the ostentatious gang leader sprang to mind. Ricci, known for his love of venomous snakes and treacherous alliances, hadn't earned his nickname lightly.

Romaine [ You heard them, return me to my human you thief ] [[ wow, after all these years you said an actual sentence to me you ungrateful mutt ]] [ grr watch it! who the hell are you calling a mutt? ] [[ you seem to forget that had it not been for me you would have ceased to exist so many years ago! plus if I do return you then you'd die ]] [ I would rather die and be beside my human freely and gladly than be stuck here with you and then die when you do and be stuck with you for eternity, return me to Romi, he's waiting for me so we can cross over together, did you not hear the she-wolf? his body is waiting for my soul to be set free, free us! ] [[ Novu, how do you even know that she was te

I’m just glad she hasn’t met Rosaline yet. Rosaline is a strong woman and I know she won’t take nonsense from anyone but I just hope that day never comes. The ride home was short and I was amazed at how much work Rosaline had done to make the living area look romantic. Flower petals all over the floor, soft romantic music wafting from the speakers, food, and wine. Hell. I know today was a special day… but I didn’t know she was going to go all out like this. I felt a pang of regret for not getting her anything and made a mental note to get her something lovely.

"Who are you?" The lady smiled. "My name is Maureen Moore." *** Anticipate. Title: Thralldom Tamara and setel are twins borne of the outcast clan. They survived beyond the pastures of the moire clan at the time when the kingdoms of Arisee and Izha stood against their brother clan Adar the re-known outcast clan. A festive day out in the thick bushes playing a hide and seek game with her brother's friends, Tamara is captured and kidnapped by the Arisee vigilante soldiers who traveled beyond their border in search of slaves believed to be Adar survivors who had dwelled far away from their oppressors.

Was I really talking to the same man who had an ego larger than the palace? I was finally starting to put two and two together, and something wasn’t right here. His slimy personality at breakfast this morning was a clear red flag. What did he want from me? I shook my head in disbelief. “Just cut the bull and give me the real reason.” Roman shrugged, smirking. “Very well, Audrey.” He dropped his shoulders and his uncomfortable act. “I do need you, and I need Mars—the both of you.” “Have you heard of Soliste?”

“Please, don't question me” I drew my head back in surprise and a little hurt too. “Is that an order?” Roman drew in a long, deep breath. He looked like he was about to pull me to himself again, but instead, he locked every emotion from his face. “Yes" he answered, and something in my chest shook “As your Capo, I am ordering you Calista Cappellucci not to question my authority and do as I say”

He dusted his hands like he’d just taken out the trash. I stared at him, stunned, heart pounding. “Who are you?” He walked toward me, slow enough not to scare me, eyes steady on mine. Up close, his presence was sharp and quiet, the kind that didn’t need to shout to own a room. “Luca Romano,” he said simply. Romano. The name punched through me like thunder. I’d heard it whispered in Dante’s world. The Romanos weren’t just anyone. They were his rivals. His enemies. The other half of the city’s blood.