Historical Roman Fiction Novels & Stories

But the way Roman looked at her with a raw, unshielded curiosity—was a drug she couldn't refuse. ​"One drink," she said. "And I'm choosing the wine." ​"Fair enough." ​The next hour was unlike anything Vivienne had ever experienced. With Julian, conversation was a curated list of shared acquaintances and future plans. With Roman, it was a battle. They argued about music, about the city’s architecture, and about whether or not people were inherently selfish. He was cynical, sharp-witted, and didn't give an inch. ​"You speak like someone who’s lived in a very small, very expensive box," Roman noted, swirling the wine she had selected.

She hesitated, then asked, “Why don’t you want to go back to Rome?” Roman exhaled a long stream of smoke, his voice flat. “Bad childhood memories.” Alana considered pressing further, but before she could, Roman spoke again, his words heavy with pain. “My mother married a monster. Every moment of her life with my father was hell. He beat her. Raped her in front of his men. Sometimes he gave her to them, like she was nothing.” He took another drag, his eyes fixed at nothing in particular. “I was five when she tried to escape. She filed for divorce, planned to run away with her lover. My father never knew that her lover was Giovanni. Though the plan never worked out."

The sentry flailed uncontrollably as she shook, and his extremities were flung around with absolute violence. His neck broke with a loud SNAP, at which point she dropped his bleeding corpse on the ground. While the wolf charged at a third opponent, Lucifer went straight for a sentry closest to hir. Ze swatted the pistol out of his grip and tossed it to the other side of the room. Without skipping a beat, ze threw a flurry of elbows and knees at his upper body, which left numerous dents and cracks on his armor. “How about Lupa,” said Lucifer as ze dismantled hir opponent. “She was the she-wolf who discovered the twins Romulus and Remus. She raised them, kept them safe. Then when they grew up,

"It's nothing... Some local mafia boss wanted to have a harem of concubines, and I was dragged along too. I was so scared, and believe me, you were only a few hours away before his arrival." Subaru sighed.All he wanted was a girl to squeeze? Honestly, I really wasted thirty minutes of my time on this stupid rescue operation. You must have turned a deaf ear to that runt's request." "Hey, what kind of girl would want to give up her virgil—I mean, her body and honor—to some scum like him?! Besides, those thirty minutes of yours really saved my back, you know?" Forget about me thinking that she is timid and shy, thought Subaru. They say a person can be full of surprises, but for Subaru, he did n

She could barely close her mouth, "I can't say I do ... you didn't finish your story the last time." "Aaah ... of course ... well," she leaned closer to Olivia's ear, "I'm surprised you didn't know this already. It was quite the news back then when Roman left his home ... he was involved with a married woman, his professor." Olivia was stunned. She couldn't believe her ears.

“It’s the only one you’re getting until I’m sure you’re not another problem I need to deal with.” That shut Jace up. For a moment. Then he scoffed. “You really think I’m your problem? Your wife almost died last night, and you’re looking at me like I’m the criminal here.” Roman’s jaw flexed slightly, the only sign of irritation. “You talk too much for someone with no idea what he’s walked into.” “Try me.” Roman’s eyes sharpened. “You really want to play brave? Fine.” He tilted his head slightly, almost bored. “You said you’ve known her for years. Tell me something useful.”

He's there waiting for me. - Lycaon? – Romeo says, narrowing his eyes. Julius smiles. - A friend who is 986 years old. - Romeo breathes. – but who doesn’t look a day older than 40 years old. Romeo hits him in the chest. - Stop teasing me. Do you want to see me jealous? - Maybe. - Julius laughs. - But I'm telling the truth. Romeo narrows his eyes and looks at Julius. - I believe in you, but I'm jealous of your friend. And as for Lorena, please find her.

She started reading quietly: ‘ “Today we found our new home. Claudia and me. Far away from Rome, far away from the senate and the intrigue. Here our love should finally be free.” Marcus stepped closer. “Who wrote that?” Livia left. Her voice became softer. “The author is called Gaius Octavius Tullius. A former senator under Caesar. He writes he fell in love with a slave named Claudia. A forbidden love. They fled together... just like us.” She kept reading, side by side. The entries were full of love, hope and later

For the past few years, the most important quality Roman sought in a man was his performance in bed. Roman said, “No, I mean it. He has me trying things I have never done before.” I turned to face her and crossed my arms. “There can’t be anything that you haven’t done.” I’d never told her about my secret desires, my fantasies about ropes and whipping. I was curious, though. “Like what?” Roman said, “The first time we did it was pretty normal.” “Not sure what normal is for you . . .” When Roman and our friends went out together, she was the one who ended up with the guy. It never lasted, but that’s what she seemed to like about those flings.