Hetalia Italy Romano Novels & Stories

Julius introduced, his voice devoid of emotion, "this is Romano, leader of the Bloody Sapphire." "Hello, Jenny," Romano greeted, rising from behind his desk. Finally putting the gun down, he approached her. An older man, possibly as old as her father, he was dressed sharply in a well-tailored suit. His hair was neatly parted, and his facial features were strong and pronounced. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Romano stretched a hand as if to touch a strand of her hair, but Julius made his first non-apathetic action since they had left, swatting Romano's hand away. Jenny stepped back, not wishing for either man to touch her.

Nodding to their men to let them know to be on their guard. “Mr. Romanov,” Marco appeared before the white haired man, startling the two guards behind him as they jumped at his sudden appearance. “Mr. Romanov, pleasure meeting you. I’m Marco Regnante,” He held out his hand as the Russian looked down at his hand before looking up at his sparkling hazel eyes. “Regnante?” He echoes in a heavy accented voice. “Te is Italiia? (Those from Italy?)” Marco stammered at the words, not sure of what he had said, having falsely assumed the man would know some English at the very least.

Romano raised his head fearfully at me, peeing on his pants already. "Capo dei capi." He was about pleading for forgiveness. "You dare tell my father about me huh?" I asked rhetorically walking to the socket already. "Well thank you. I finally have a reason to get you out of the way." I spoke in Italian, having a plan that after I got rid of Romano, I'd start building my foundation outside Europe and I would go to any length to make all government officers in Italy be under my feet. "Don Sullivan..." Romano started begging me.

Then Romano turned toward her, offering a small, apologetic smile as he extended a hand. "I’m Romano, Katrina’s cousin. Not by blood—her mom married my uncle, but we grew up close. She was always the bossy one." Romano was the typical Italian guy with the accent, the hair cut, frizzy hair falling over his forehead, thick brows and a beautifully cut face. He had soft eyes she wasn't sure what colour they were under the light, contrasting against Katrina’s mischievious ones. His smile tugged wider, but didn’t quite reach his eyes. "You must be Ella. The infamous wife." Ella shook his hand gently, offering a small nod. "That’s me. The... infamy."

“Never in your wildest dreams. I will hunt you, Romano and when I do, I'll have you begging for your dear fucking life. There is no place in the corner of this earth where you’ll be safe from me.” “It’s a shame. But you won’t be able to find me.” Romano states proudly. I glance over to Miko and he nods, writing something down on a sheet of paper. Holding it up, it reads. “Found him. He’s overseas, North America. Costa Rica, to be exact.’ I hold in my grin, not wanting to give anything away. “I’d consider your days numbered, Romano. You better pray to whatever deity you know.” An evil grin spreads across his face, the expression of a psychopath. “I would love to see you try, Moretti.”

Romero shouted in shock. "He has the Romano's branding," I said to him. The Romano's one of the most ruthless mafias in Italy. They used to enjoy the luxury of being above everyone else until they decided to mess with me. They no longer hold the same power that they used to but they remain to be a threat. "What do you mean he has the Romano's branding? Dr. Silvano said she didn't find anything." Romero said, confused. "It was a scar, it looked like it was branded on him since he was a child. It was a scar that they used to brand their heirs." I said to Romero.

Ezra Romano Ezra Romano is the most vicious man known, every Alpha pack knows him and his crucial way of dealing with his enemies, that's why most people want to be on his good side, even with his vicious attitude, he stands on loyalty, honor, and respect, girls throw their selves on him, married women ogling their eyes on him, but he doesn't give them his time or attention.

We soon arrived at the Romano’s mansion and we were welcomed by my friend and the head of the home; Angelo Romano. I allowed him lead us into his home and straight to the dining table where I sighed his wife Lucy and the other person at the table whom I pegged as their daughter; Isabella. “Please welcome the Deville’s” He announced. “Oh please, Angelo… there is no need for all of these” I drawled, walking around the table with Luca trailing after me. “Oh please… we will be family soon so I say there is need to treat you like the royalty you are” He stopped me.

“Did Mick get his wolf?” “It’s that one right there,” I pointed to the black wolf as it darted after Cortina. “His name is Rome.” “Rome,” Billy nodded, studying the creature. “He got strapped with an Italian human. Funny shit.” He watched Rome catch up with Ivar and tackle him to the ground. “He’s massive. Looks bigger than you.” Ivar scoffed in my head. “Bull shit.” “He’s not,” I muttered. “Looks like he might be.”

” Low chuckles erupted throughout the room. “This isn't just a guest; this is Lucia Romano, the only survivor of the fallen Romano Empire”. My breath hitched; I looked at the faces around me, and some I recognized; the majority of them I didn't. My father had a lot of enemies, which meant I was at a dead end, and I recognized some of their faces. Although I was afraid, I was gradually accepting my destiny; there's no escaping this, or escaping Damien. Because whatever he had planned in his mind for me, I had no way out. I gulped, trying to control the pounding of my heart.