Hetalia Romania Novels & Stories

The latter was given a towel by Thalia. “Love is a monster indeed…” Cyrill Emerson Clarke declared. *** “You’re a bitch, Romaine.” Romaine—Mary Bathory peered at Dorrien, smiling like a villain. Well, she’s a villain after all. “You’re right. You can quit calling me Romaine, lad.” Dorrien was making use of this opportunity to speak again. This whore had hindered him to speak for the last few days, or probably weeks, he can’t recall.

I was breathing hard before Tim was kissing ma. “I love you, Bella. Ti Amo,” he said as I was smiling at him. He was talking in his native tongue and I felt sexy hearing it from him “And te amour, mi Corazon,” I said as. I was nuzzling his neck and I was licking his mark. He shivered before he was kissing my neck and he was sucking on my skin. I know it will leave a mark but I will wear it proudly. “Ah, I love it when we have our happy endings,” Tim said as he was snuggling against me and we were cuddling with each other. I was looking at his naked chest before I was looking at his handsome face.

He was completely, fully aroused. "I spent the entire day trying to wash your taste out of my mouth," Kael hissed, his voice raw and shaking with anger as he hovered over me. "I stood next to Lady Selene, the most beautiful she-wolf in the kingdom, the woman who will secure my throne... and all my beast could think about was the pathetic male runt locked in my bedroom." He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his glowing eyes. "I hate what you do to me, Elian," he whispered brutally.

Isabella smiled, “I’m here for Ro, we have an important event.” The nickname slipped out so naturally that Aria almost missed it. “Ro?” She regretted asking the second the word left her mouth. Isabella smiled. “Roman.” Oh. Of course she called him that. Why was that annoying? She’d known the man for less than a week. “He hates attending these things alone,” Isabella continued lightly. “Though I suppose you wouldn’t know that yet.” The words were harmless.

Using my magic for one last time I grounded Levi and Roman’s feet to the floor. “I, Lucy ValHankin, reject Levi and Roman as my predistant and mate. Accept my claim, please.” I begged them to stop, sniffling and sobbing my regret. “I Roman Vanden Gamma of the Blue Rose Reject your rejection. You are MINE!” Roman growled out and shifted into his black and tan wolf before barreling out of the room. The anger rolling off of him and through the link I felt had me sobbing even more as I turned my attention to Levi.

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."

He beamed with a smile as if he had been watching me. I smiled back, then asked, “How was Romania?” My eyes went to his hands as his fingers tightened slightly on the steering wheel before relaxing again. “Cold.” “That’s your answer?” I teased, wanting to hear more of his adventures. He glanced at me briefly. “You asked how it was. It was cold.” I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. “Where were you going? Italy? Greece?” I asked, and a small huff of amusement left him. “France”

Elora chirped in while Roman scoffed. “ You know what? Fuck the subtlety – Elora!” he growled, his eyes glowing in annoyance as he glared at Victoria. By now the whole place was getting tense and when they saw that Roman’s hair was tied in a half-ponytail with a gold pin of the Hills crested on it, they knew he was their next Alpha. A lot of them had never seen his face before, they’ve also only heard the way he brutally thrashed his brothers for the position of Alpha.

Matteo POV. It has been a few weeks since tesoro received the diagnosis. We have been having lots of sex with protection, of course. I know she wants kids, but right now, she isn’t ready. Not when we still have Nikolai to catch. That is where we are heading. Romania. The last few weeks we have been planning to capture his wife Katya and daughter Anya. We all know they are not to be harmed, even if they put up a fight. They are to be restrained but not touched.

he said firmly and clenched his teeth in shock. "Is Vlad really deceased," I asked him curiously. Rogue looked down at me very seriously and furrowed his brow. "That I cannot say because I am uncertain of the answer," he stated earnestly. I exhaled harshly and thought about all of it. "Where did he give you his bite," I asked him curiously and he rolled his eyes. "Romania at his castle," he answered like a smartass. I looked at him and kicked his shin. "How would I know ass, the last I knew it was a tourist destination," I growled angrily back at him, rubbing his leg.