Hetalia Spain X Romano Novels & Stories

He was wearing a tan leather coat and a pair of burgundy oxford shoes that stood out along with a classic hat. “It has been a while since we met in person, Stefan.” The man politely greeted him as he removed his hat to show his balding hair. “Signore Monterri, it has been a while, indeed.” He politely greeted him. The two man exchanged handshake and each of them took their seat. There were only few men in this world capable of making Stefan act with the utmost respect and this man was one of those few. He was Roberto Monterri. The man known as the Miracle Maker. However, the miracles were nothing spiritual. He was more of a godfather than anything.

She asked “I barely know the guy and honestly, he is giving me the wrongest vibe but this might be because I already… I am too focused on his father” I sighed. “I don’t know, my friend… you seem to be in a position every other girl would kill for including me. Do you know what they say about what sort of lovers Spanish men are?” I shook my head in the negative but I could imagine that they were amazing lovers if they were all anything like Agosti. My pussy throbbed just thinking about the sex and how much I enjoyed it.

“Brother.” Romano said as he sat down across from me with an annoyed look on his face. “Pussy.” I said, biting my lip to control my laughter as I stared at the fluffy cat hears on his head. He rolled his eyes and poured himself a glass. “You’re an idiot, you know that” Romano said and took a large gulp. “You’re approaching this all wrong.” He stated. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I lied as I put my drink down and placed my arms behind the women next to me.

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.

I hope you know that. I love you, Roman

CHAPTER 94 ADRIAN'S POV “What did you just say?” I questioned again, staring at Romano in sheer disbelief. “Well, let me put it in a simpler form,” Romano chuckled, managing to stare straight at me with his almost-closed, swollen eye. “I fucking bent your little wife over and gave her a good dick. She fucking enjoyed me.” He laughed in mockery. I froze, refusing to believe what he had just spilled. “Shut your fucking mouth, you idiot!” Ying growled, launching his elbow into Romano’s stomach. Romano coughed hard, spurting out blood.

Tilting his head, he asked, "Mamma, who is this?" "He's…" I paused then. "He's an old friend of mine." "An old friend?" Romano's expression shifted to pure ecstasy. "He's mine, isn't he? Selene, he's my son!" He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me with excitement. "Romano, let go." "I won't!" he roared. "You're my wife, and this is my son. You're both coming home with me!" Terrified, Nicarete hid behind me and burst into tears.

I eyed him curiously, wondering what might have gotten him this speechless. "Believe what?" Armani's voice cut in. Armani wasn't really a patient guy. "I heard right, it was so clear. I really can't believe this." The spy muttered under his breath. "Believe what? Can you please go straight to the point. You are getting us curious here." Andrew cut in impatiently. "The Romano's Principessa is here, she is fucking in this territory." The spy blurted out, raising his hands up.

Roman laughed, following a chuckle from Luke. "¿Siempre pronuncia mal las palabras en español (Does he always mispronounce Spanish words?)?" Luke asked. Whatever that was, he said, it made Roman laugh even more. "Siempre lo hace. Siempre pretende ser un español nativo, pero ni siquiera se acerca (He always does. He's always pretending to be a native Spanish but not even close)!" Roman replied, feeling comfortable talking with Luke. Luke, on the other hand, also felt the same, based on his genuine smile.

Ma'am Verna and my mum said together Kingston held my waist as he pulled me to himself. "Now I will have you all to myself "He whispered and I just smiled naughtily .I love this This will be a long honeymoon and I think I will enjoy this