Hetalia Italy Romano Novels & Stories

He said in an almost teasing tone. “Like I said, stay away from me. Your attention should solely be on Angelo.” He turned his back to her. “I won’t disappoint you Mr. Romano! And thanks for giving me this opportunity.” She shouted after him as he left the room without another word. Now outside the room, at the front of the door….he noticed that his breath hasn’t being steady while he was in there. There was something about the woman that nag him. She had sent him her portfolio few days ago, and she was just a normal citizen of Italy who works full time in a cafe. But for some reason, Ari didn’t strike him as that kind of person. He shoved the thoughts aside as he headed down the stairs. He w

Like he could see straight through the disguise to the terrified girl underneath, like he had been waiting his entire life for this exact moment. "Giselle." Julio's voice snapped me back. "This is Don Alessandro Romano. Your fiancé." Alessandro stepped forward. He was close enough now that I could smell him, Sandalwood and something darker, yet manly, Something that made my hindbrain scream danger.

The contempt in his voice was clear as light. “I will need to meet with your other brother soon,” Romano stated. “No. You will be dealing with me directly from now on.” the Brit replied. Romano knew two of them. The man who had contacted him first, a few months ago, an Italian and the Brit. It was after meeting the Italian on some occasions that he was introduced to the Brit. He was sure they were more than a duo. “Alright then,” Romano replied, in no mood to argue. “We will meet later then.” he turned to leave but the man's voice stopped him.

“You have no need for such cheap things so you might as well forget about it. Was that all?” I bit the insides of my cheeks. I was glad that he could be such an asshole. It reminded me not to get too carried away in this arrangement. “Give me an estimate.” When he cocked his head to the side, I elaborated, “Of how long ‘till you can find where Caterina is.” He ignored me. “Rule one: never refer to yourself as other than Caterina.” “A number, Romano.” “Two, you can only call me by my first name.”

"Of course, Miss. I've been working here since you were eight years old. Maybe you don't know me, but I know you very well." Lucrezia gaped in disbelief. There had to be a handsome young man who lived in her own house since eight years ago, but the girl never knew! How futile. "What's your name?" Lucrezia asked. "Luciano Romano, at your service." The young man replied politely, while bowing his head slightly. "Romano? Like the billionaire surname Romano?" Luciano laughed. "No, miss. It's just a coincidence that the name is the same."

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

Tears of humiliation. Aleksandr's eyes went to him. Aria's father, Aaron Salvatore Knight, the man he grew up hating. Then his eyes went to another man, Leonus Salvatore Knight, the man who tainted Bratva's honour. He hated them with a passion so fierce that it couldn't be described in words. Russians and Italians were sworn enemies. The heads of Bratva and Cosa Nostra would never get along. But this was personal. Personal on more than one ground. The hostility between them just went way more deeper than it was before after what the Knight siblings did!

Demi smirks at me as I walk back over. "Your lips are red! You kissed him!" He says excitedly as I sit down. "He made me give him his number too," I say and Demi almost squeals. "What's his name? What was his kissing like? Did you do more? Is he Italian?" Demi fires questions and I have to put my hand over his mouth to stop him. "His name is Vincent Romano. His kissing was amazing. We didn't do more. And he's very Italian, his English is good but a little broken," I say and Demi smiles.

The tattooed man said to her looking nonchalant as he drove with his other hand. Allison was lost,properly what does he mean?She remembered how number 10 usually speaks to Mr Tristian. “Please Master, let me go I have learnt my lesson” Allison said with watery eyes. The man smiled. “You're a fast learner,I like it,” he said with a smile. “My name is Romario Ndrangheta but you only refer to me as Master or Sir, because I own you”. Romario said in a thick and rich Italian accent.

he hisses, “I would be happy to state them again” “Oh, fuck off! You don’t own me, Roman!” “Like hell I—” He snarls as a hand grabs him by the shoulder and yanks him back. My face pales as he whirls on Dario, who looks very angry. “Just who the fuck do you think you are, Dude?” Dario sneers at Roman, completely unaware that he’s basically sticking his hand into a hungry lion’s mouth. “Do you have any idea who I am?” he continues. “Do you have any idea who my fucking father is!?”