Gnomeo Novels & Stories

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

As they stepped outside, Damon pulled out his phone, and quickly sent a message to Jason: To: Jason Hey, need a favor. Can you cover for me in chemistry? Taking Aqua to my spot. Jason's reply came swiftly, a reassuring presence amid Damon's concern: From: Jason Sure thing, man. Is everything okay? Damon hesitated for a moment before responding, his fingers tapping out a reply filled with unspoken worry: To: Jason Yeah, just want to help Aqua out. She's having a rough time. As Damon glanced down at his phone, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw Jason's response. The simple message, accompanied by a winky face emoji, conveyed a sense of camaraderie and encouragement tha

His response was a definite conviction of my wrong decision. “Made in distress?” He continued with a smirk, ogling at Lex who didn't feel comfortable about it in the slightest way, sizing her up in a compromising manner. It turned on a switch within me, but I didn't let it show. “Just do as you are told Rino” Gina thundered, and as expected Marino was called to order. “LaRosa, La stanza Della veritá” I finished, gesturing towards Lil Joe. He instantly caught the memo as regards conveying Lil Joe to the room of truth.

“ So , you're a prince ? “ she says while unwrapping her hands . Before she gives me a chance to reply she continues . “ I guess you must be disappointed , you know find me as your mate “ she says with a sad look on her face . As I stand looking at her I wonder what happened to make someone like her not see how amazing she is . “ Why would you think that ? Leonor “ I ask as she stills from her wraps and looks at me . “ You're a prince , I mean why would the goddess match me for you? I am an omega of no rank “ she says . “ An omega !! Do you realise there isn't an omega in this world who could do what you just did ? . You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen “ her head shoots up and

He dusted off his tunic and while he did a group of people had formed behind us. “Noblemen and women, I am Romulus, the owner of the Nubian, famous for his large cock. No normal woman can take him, therefore I bring to you four of the most exotic and beautiful women in all lands so you can, with your own eyes, watch as the Nubian ravishes them.”

Even though he sure doesn’t look like it. He let out a mocking scoff that twist my gut. “I lose sleep over a watch that loses a second and a ticking clock that’s too loud. Don’t get sappy on me.” My lips part, not shocked, but disappointed. I mean this is Nero we are talking about. His name is literally Nero, aka Hot-and-Cold Moretti. He fluctuates more than a shitty Wi-Fi connection. To think I was looking forward to this makes it hurt a little. More than a little goddamn.

I needed to find a way to cancel tonight’s date without hurting his feelings. Romeo is an Italian who moved here from Spain. He has been in Verona for three years and knows the city better than I do. He offered to show me around at night, and I gladly accepted because I have been so bored in my hotel room after Alejandro leaves me at 7 p.m. every evening.

“Names are often less important than context, don’t you think?” I blinked. “I suppose.” He didn’t elaborate. Instead, he inclined his head, extending a hand in a formal, gentlemanly gesture. “I am Nero.” The name hit me like a soft blow. Nero. The son of Vincenzo. The one everyone whispered about, handsome, enigmatic, precise. Vincenzo’s son, the one whose name was whispered in connection with Celeste. My lips pressed together, forcing neutrality. I gave nothing away. “Is that so?” I said lightly, keeping my tone flat.

He looked down. A circle. Wider than the one in the alley. Drawn in the same chalk and powder, the line unbroken all the way around him, and whatever was in it sat in the ground like something old and patient and completely uninterested in his opinion about it. He looked at the woman. She walked toward him. Stopped just outside the line. "Draven's son, of all the things to walk into our settlement." "My name is Nero." "I don't care what your name is."

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.