Novel & Cerita Hetalia Italy Romano

This man was around half a foot shorter, definitely half his size and blond. “Yes, and you are?” she asked, holding out her hand to him. His brows pinched in clear distaste, but he took her hand in a short rough shake before he dropped it. “Enzo Romano.” Okay, someone was offended. He looked past them. “Is that the car?” “Yes sir,” Joe answered. “Joe—” “What kind?” he asked, cutting Joe off as he was about to introduce himself. One with wheels, the snarky remark popped into her head. The man was either not a people person or he clearly didn’t get any sleep on the flight over.

he said, his tone hardening for a second as he grew protective “therefore, as my mate, I don’t think that you’re expecting me to share you…” “Dante, can you please help me with the zipper?” I asked, walking out of Dante’s room. Dante’s eyes widened in surprise and taking sight of Leonardo who was standing in front of Dante as the two men spoke. Dante cleared his throat as he looked at me, and shaking his head, Leonardo smirked at his mate’s reaction. “You look…” Dante said, taking a step toward me as he went to stand behind me “fucking gorgeous”

“Get up,” Dante Romano’s deep voice cracked like a whip as he barged into Valentina’s room without knocking. His shadow stretched across the floor, covering the little light that filtered through her curtains. Valentina froze where she sat on the edge of the bed, brushing out her long brown hair. The brush fell from her hand, immediately she heard his voice. She lifted her face slightly, meeting his cold, possessive stare. “What do you want now?” she asked, though her voice trembled despite her effort to sound strong.

Romano looked at me across Giulia’s immaculate suite and said nothing. I looked at him and said nothing. The silence lasted exactly long enough for me to count three exits — the door behind me, the window forty floors above Lisbon, and the bathroom to my left whose lock wouldn’t hold against a man Romano’s size for more than four seconds. None of them were good options. I filed that away and kept my face completely still. “Close the door,” he said. Quiet. Accented. The Albanian bleeding through his Italian in a way I had never noticed before because I had never been listening for it.

Roman says with a death glare in his eyes as he gets up from his chair, holding his hand out for me, keeping up the facade of being the perfect gentleman. “Please don't hurt Ryan.” I say with tears in my eyes. “When I'm done with you princess, you would wish I had taken out my anger on Ryan.” Roman says with a determined crazed look in his eyes.

“…last night. It would be weird.” “And this Alessandro guy is the mafia guy you were telling me about,” I face-palm myself and nod. “Yes.” “What is his second name?” I crease my brows when she asks that. “Romano. Why?” “Nothing, just a second…” she says, and I don’t know why I suspect she is up to no good. “Found him… oh… oh… wow. He is fine. I definitely get why you would be crying over him.” “Did you just G****e him?”

Domenico released her hand and rested both hands on his knees, his posture formal and decisive. “As the new Don of the Italian house, and as your brother, I formally acknowledge Vladimir Volkov as your husband and equal partner. The Russian-Italian alliance is not a temporary treaty signed in blood. It is a true union, forged in fire, and secured by the birth of our new generation.”

"I'm going to the basement. I need a doctor to check this out." "I'm coming with you!" Aurora says quickly as she helps him up. I turn around and head upstairs to Stefano. He's back at the computer typing away. He's really good at this. As I enter the room I realize he hasn't noticed me because his eyes still focus on the screen. I stand next to him once again and he looks up at me. "I found it." Translation: Fratelli: brothers Sorella: sister Stronzo: asshole Uccisore: killer

Vincenzo didn’t move. As she began unbuttoning her shirt slowly, deliberately, his expression didn’t change—not a flicker of desire, not a crack in his composure. It took him seconds to understand her intention. “So,” he said calmly, dangerously, “you want a reward?” She smiled and reached for him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I’ve been working under you for three months, Mr. Romano. I fell for you. I can’t control it anymore. Please… make me yours.”

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.