Fgo Romani Novels & Stories

Roman frowned, his features became neutral and his eyes seemed to lose the light that they had earlier, he looked dead and lifeless like his soul had been drained from his body. “Who is that Roman?” Reyna asked, noticing the change in his demeanor. “My Father, Ettore Knight.”

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.

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.”

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.

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.