I M His Devious Romeo Novels & Stories

"After you sanitized your hands like I was diseased!" Henry's head snaps toward Declan. Something dangerous flashes in his eyes. "You did what?" "She's lying," Declan scoffs, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his face. "Like you lied about what happened to the last waitress you harassed?" Henry's voice is deadly quiet. "The one I had to pay off to keep quiet?" My eyes widen. So the rumors about Henry being different were true. "This isn't about me," Declan deflects. "Your fiancée is an impostor. A cheap replacement probably paid to - "

His eyes closed shut for the briefest second, and when he opened them, there was no longer any trace of the Roman I met minutes ago, the one who had been tormented and lost in thought There was only my own Roman, my personal devil and savior. “Stay with me” I smiled slyly and slid my hand into his boxer brief, taking the heavy weight of his hardened length in my hand He hissed out a sharp breath. The throbbing in between my legs intensified when I was holding Romans' heavy, long, and throbbing cock in my hands. God, he was so well-endowed that no matter how many times I've seen him, his size never fails to awe and scare me

Romero's heart sank, all of them, that did not bode well for their verdict he gripped Juliette’s hand tightly and she let out a startled gasp, ‘Romero, mi stai facendo del male.’ [Romero you are hurting me.] She hissed at him trying to pull her hand free, ‘Smettila piccola tigre, dobbiamo sembrare una coppia o ci distruggeranno.’ [Stop it little tigress, we must look like a couple or they will destroy us.]

She looked so cute that he wanted to pinch those cheeks but only he knew just how devious that girl was. “I only met one devious and dangerous kid in my life and that is you dear Enchantia. If you don’t accept my proposal then I will go and kindly tell your parents about all those fires you caused,” the man slowly threatened her which made Enchantia to freeze. Didn’t she do that alone? Just how did he find out? She disguised herself well so that no one will know and yet this man knew. Should she set him on fire too and just regret not becoming his woman?

“My mother may be dead, but her anger isn’t. And now… it lives through me.” She smiled—slow, cruel, victorious. “I am Rosa, daughter of Fatima. The child your king abandoned. And I will destroy everything you hold dear before I let this palace forget his name.” Her laughter echoed through the room—cold, bright, and deadly. And Daphne realized then that the poison in her veins was nothing compared to the venom standing before her.

If I wanted answers—real answers—I’d have to get close to Luca. Luca Del Vecchio. His name had been whispered in every corner of this city—the billionaire who threw extravagant charity galas by day and ran the city’s underworld by night. No one said it outright, of course. You didn’t accuse Luca of anything if you wanted to live to see the sunrise.

he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing. Her fingers slid over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle as she closed the last inch between them, lips brushing his. “If I can’t kill the devil…” she murmured, voice trembling with fire, “then when I take my revenge… you’ll wish for anything but death.” Her eyes locked on his in a promise. “I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.”

Jordan Miller ~•~ "Well, since you asked nicely." He took a seat on the bed, making me move further up the bed. "My name is Romano Luciano." For the second time that day, I felt like crying. I had said this before, but I was going to say it again. I felt incredibly stupid. All these while, I thought I was the one using him when I was playing right into his trap. If he was a Luciano — the family who killed my parents, the ones who killed Alessandro's parents, the ones who I 'belonged' to — then he knew who I was from the very beginning.

The only time I snapped back into myself was when it was time to kiss the groom or grooms, in my case. Rafael was first. His hair was dark, almost black, and his blue eyes stared into mine as he leaned down. His mouth pressed to mine and before I could react, his tongue parted my lips, sliding against mine. Then Leone. Dark hair too, though his was a touch longer, less carefully kept. His eyes were storm-grey, and when he kissed me it was nothing like his brother. His mouth crashed into mine, hard, he kissed like he wanted to own me, to devour me, until I shoved weakly at his chest. The crowd behind us clapped and cheered as if this were a fairytale, and just like that, it was finished. I wa

"You were drunk. You tried to be handsy. I pushed you away, dropped you on your couch and took your car as payment for playing your babysitter. That's the whole story." He stared down at me, his eyes searching my face for any sign of deception. He was so close I could feel the heat radiating from his skin. His gaze dropped to my lips, lingering there for a long second. “You are a terrible liar, Firecracker.” He whispered. I looked away as I tried to make another excuse. “And oh, you drooled too.” Romeo tilted his head, his gaze sharpening. He didn't believe a single word I just said. "I don't drool, Irene."