Games Romeo Novels & Stories

Straight to the point, as always. “What are we collecting, boss?” Axel asked. Romeo opened the folder. “Need-to-know.” Latto groaned. “Oh, come on.” “No.” “Seriously?” “No.” “Can I at least know if it explodes?” Romeo just stared at her. Latto sighed. “Fine.”

"Explain your 'vision.' If I don't like it, my guards will escort you out. Through the window." Romeo grinned. He clapped his hands together. "Excellent!" He turned to me and winked. I was fast enough to witness that. "Now, first order of business. We need to do something about this energy. Everyone, stand up! We are going to do breathing exercises! In through the nose, out through the trauma!" Elara let out a tiny snort of laughter. I looked at Romeo, standing there in his ridiculous blue suit, mocking the most successful man in New York to his face.

I just needed a friend. “Promise. Pinky swear,” Romeo said, holding up his hand. “And we’ll beat that boylet of yours—whoever he is!” He and Rose moved closer. “It’s… Jazper Ray Gibson,” I whispered. “Fucking bullshit!” Romeo shouted. Rose slapped my arm. “Shit! So the rumors were true? You won the freaking bidding?! Girl, what the hell—how to be you?!”

Ky pointed his rifle at the girl's girl, but she held her hands up, her eyes filled with fear. "M-my name is Sam," she stuttered. "Don't harm her," Della said. "She's not going to hurt anyone." "You're a rogue," Ky said in a disgusted tone. Sam glances down her face red either from the cold or embarrassment. "Leave her alone," Della said, letting go of me. "She's fine. And if you remember, I was a rogue not long ago, Ky." "It's not the same thing, Della," I said taking her arm, but she shrugged me off.

He doesn’t smile this time, and the solemn look on his face makes my stomach twist. The Herald materializes in a shiver of light and shadow, stepping forward like smoke made flesh. Its voice rolls through the room, smooth and cruel. “Welcome, players, to the second trial. The Mirror Game.” A murmur ripples through the group, soft and uncertain. The Herald waits until silence returns.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

No wonder Tracy told me not to join and Nick was giving me the death stare. "I hope you're not getting pussy Jamie Sullivan." Penny teases me. I stared at her. "I'm not. Let's play." "I'm joining then." Nick says. I glared at him but then took a drink from my cup. I'm nervous as fuck. I've never tried this game. I've never played this game ever in my entire life before. "I'll start. The rotation goes this way. Alright?" Romeo says as he motions his finger clockwise. Everyone cheers and agrees.

Rome shot to his feet, his eyes a blazing gold now, fangs lengthening. "Fuck you and get the fuck out of my club." He jabbed a finger at Kade barely keeping his rage in check. Kade couldn't deny the way his blood heated up at Rome’s explosion, he wanted to see it again. It was like toying with a wild animal, sooner than later, he would get bitten or worse. Unless… there was also the option of taming it. Sharp blue eyes flicked over Rome, there was no question about the possibility of them being equal allies.

"Over my dead body" "Romeo" He looked over his shoulder at her, expression calm but dangerous. "Get her behind cover. Now". Jessica hesitated only a second before pulling Aurora toward a crumbled wall. The hum of the drones deepened as their weapons charged, red light flickering. "SUBJECT NON-COMPLIANT", one droned. "FORCE ENGAGEMENT AUTHORIZED". The first blast tore through the concrete beside Romeo. Dust exploded into the air. Jessica screamed. But Romeo was already moving faster tha the machines could track. He spun low, grabbed a broken metal rod, and hurled it with perfect precision. It impaled one drone straight through it's scanner, sending it spiraling in flames.

He says casually. The look in his eyes alone tells me that he is trying to play smart with us. But I relax, knowing Romeo has it all covered, "You tell us how much you are willing to pay and we agree or disagree." Romeo exchanges another look with the board members and weirdly enough, they nod in agreement to whatever the look means. The action is so robotic it makes me uncomfortable. "11.5 million dollars," Romeo announces and I choke. What? "That's prepost—"