Hetalia Spain X Romano Novels & Stories

He reached for her hand without hesitating, disregarding her usual rule against physical contact. "Hey, calm down. I can tell something's bothering you," Wyatt reassured her, meeting her gaze with understanding. Hazel raised an eyebrow, surprised by his perceptiveness. "Oh really? And what might that be, Mr. Romano?" she quipped, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. Wyatt chuckled softly, his thumb gently brushing against her chin. "I just love it when you say my name like that," he remarked, his tone affectionate.

Denver chews his food while the Don is embellishing his food for killing his time. "My bad, again…." Denver beseeches out of the anxiousness of his silence. Angelito smiles like normal, even it's not normal for him to smile around even with his two annoying best friends. "No hay problema," he responded in a coaxing manner. Denver's heart is about to jump out from his shoulder because Angelito is so adorable when speaking in a Spanish accent. "You're a Spanish?" he asked curiously. For him to feed his inquisitiveness, Angelito nods. "Yes, half-Spanish to be exact. How about you, cutie pie?"

“Fine, I have feelings for her." “Whoo hoo!" Romano tossed his hands in the air. He issued me a knowing smirk while I gave him a glare in return. “I have feelings for Janie....." I reiterated one more time, a part of me felt relieved to have gotten it out in the open. “.....and it took me the whole trip to Italy to finally realize that. I can't say that I'm in love with her yet. But I just want her to be with me. Even though she hates me, I can't help but want to be around her all the time. So now, be a good friend and help me find her."

Very obscene images scratched the back of my mind but I shut them out immediately but I knew, just from the smirk on his lips, that he was thinking the same thing, or probably something much more darker. “ Do you Richardo Volkov take Daphne Romano to be your wife, in sickness and in health, in riches and poverty, till death do you part?” The priest's voice came and Rico looked at him then back at me, barely containing a smile. “ I do.” His voice came, for the first time, all morning and I didn't realize how much I missed his voice. “ Do you Daphne Romano take Richardo Volkov to be your husband in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty, till death do you part?” He asked me and I nod

there was also pregnancy reports. “Interesting," Rocco smirked shrewdly when Alessio handed him the photos. “ Ha! The mighty, arrogant Ricardo Romero is nothing but a filthy dog…hahaha… Alessio, see this…that good-for-nothing idiot is slowly showing his colors,” Rocco burst out into laughter, suddenly he was feeling happy. He was over the moon, knowing he finally had an upper hand. He thought all hope of getting Alana was lost. However, the universe just proved to him that he still had a chance.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

I muttered, expecting one of Luca’s men. But instead, a tall man with sharp green eyes and a lazy smirk walked in. He wasn’t one of Luca’s men. His black suit screamed money, but his attitude screamed danger. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said smoothly. “You must be Sofia Ricci.” I frowned. “Who are you?” “Alfonso Romano,” he said, offering a hand I didn’t take. “I came to congratulate your soon-to-be husband.” My heart skipped. “You… you know about the wedding?”

“You are nothing but a bloody liar. I do not know how, but now I am convinced you are a witch,” Roman seethes as he closes the distance between us. He stands between my thighs, and I watch him undo his belt and loosen his pants. “I am not lying; you have to accept that we are mates!” I shoot back, but it seems the more I speak, the angrier he gets. He grabs my hand and flips me over until my ass is wide and open to him. He spanks the mound of flesh harshly, causing a yelp to leave me. He mounts the bed, and I feel his member hover barely a few inches away from my entrance. His hands appear on both sides of my head, and he brings his lips close to my ears.

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.

the deep hoarse voice sliced through the tensioned air. “Why?” Romano asked, squaring his shoulder in a challenge. “Because she's my mate,” Romano's hand slipped off my hand as his head snapped towards me in shock.