Novel & Cerita Hetalia Romania

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.

“Ho...hanho..enzollern what? I’m sorry, I can’t say the name right but I do know that was the family name of the Romanian royalty. How is a vampire related to them?” Thank God for some shopping around gives her a bit of knowledge about the Romanian royal family. Since Armand had mentioned that her family was related to the famous Impaler, she wanted to know more. The history geek in her was starving for some education. “You can find your answers in the library. Feel free to use it as you please. Prince Vadim has made it very clear that you are allowed everywhere except leaving the premise.” Rosa bit her lip, annoyed at how much she had forgotten about her status of freedom. She shook her sho

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.

“I know that place, it’s Focsani! It’s a city in the Vrancea County. Are you sure that is the way?” “That’s the only path I saw as of now.” Master Tsertinand replies. “I could use my aspect again after we cross that river I saw to see if it’s the right path. Do you know if there are any rivers around here to the east?” “Yeah, there’s a river to the east of Bucharest called the Ialomita River, and I think you’re referring to that one.” Hunter enters the coordinates into her phone and gives it to Haden who is once again in the driving seat. He’d taken a hasty course abroad on the plane about the traffic and road laws in Romania, and shouldered the responsibility of driving.

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.

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.

The only thing Jade wanted was to completely slash the rogues that were in his realm. *** "Are you all right, Rome?" Albert slightly grimaced when he saw Romeo limping. "Get on my back," Albert offered when he wanted to change himself. Romeo just smiled hearing his friend was very worried. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a small scratch." Albert and Jack said goodbye when AlphaJonathan approached him. "What's wrong with your leg, Rome?"

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."

my words turned into a song of moans, as i arched my back, my mouth wide open once again, covered in drool and my eyes rolling continuously. “Does Bernie fuck you the way I do?” Romania’s deep baritone voice asked followed by the slapping of skins. “No..no.” I stuttered, pleasure rushing through every part of my body. “Does he give you as many orgasms as you want?” Came his baritone deep voice again which made my stomach flipped. “No, Romania. Only you do.”

His outburst met with a dark scowl from Dragomir. “Werewolf you say. How very odd. I did not think you had werewolves in this country. I thought they preferred Europe for their homestead,” Dragomir mused as he rotated his shoulder in an attempt to work an annoying kink out of it. “I am not certain, M’liege, but I believe this is a special kind of werewolf,” Louis offered. “I think he said it was Hunanian.” “Hunurian,” Dragomir corrected him as he tapped his chin lightly with his forefinger. “This is not good. This is really not good.”