Novel & Cerita Italy Romano Hetalia

he stated, “We named you Katarina, after your mother and great-grandmother. Katerina for short.” Katarina. “I don’t understand,” I whispered, my voice cracking under the weight of my confusion. “How…how did I end up with Emilio?” “Emilio,” Romano spat the name with venom, “he never liked our alliance with the Italian. He felt it was only a matter of time before we turned on them, we just needed a catalyst. After our alliance was formalized, he retaliated in the stupidest way imaGeorgianable.” I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as I braced myself for what came next.

“They will be married this weekend, and we will begin merging the families. Domenico and Arabella are your new rulers. You will abide by their word as if it was my own while we transition over the coming years. Death by my hand to anyone who opposes or even thinks of harming them.” “You always loved him more than us,” Valentina sniffed. “All Roman wanted was your attention.” “All Roman wanted was what he couldn’t have. His actions nearly sent us into war with Vitale,” Giovanni corrected. The air was thick, and everyone held their tongues, though Antonio stewed as he glared at Domenico. “I’ve already lost one son today. Tell me, am I losing any more children?” “No, Father.” “No.” “No.”

I rolled my eyes. Stefan stalked closer, wearing his casual jeans, hoodie, and an obnoxiously expensive pair of Valentino Garavani sneakers. "Happy 18th! You can now legally do stupid things," he told me, kissing a cheek. "You mean, following your footsteps?" "Bingo!" He winked and fished out a dark blue, long rectangular box out of his pocket. "Courtesy of mama." Mrs. Romano was a remarkable woman I had the pleasure to acquaint. She was as fierce as she was compassionate. When they say that: Behind every successful man is a woman—the statement speaks for itself when it justifies Alessandro Romano himself.

My head screamed “Not as sexy as my cousin’s baby blue eyes, I am afraid. The name is Alejandro and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance” he said, flashing me a smile. It is official; Italian men are the hottest things alive, I thought as I shook his hand “I am Diana and it is a pleasure to meet you too” I said “Cousin” Alejandro nodded towards Dante who nodded back.

"The way Mr Romano looks at you? Give it a year and this place would be full of babies." "Oh my God, Helen, is that all anyone talks about here," Colour rises to my face and I cover my face with my hands. Helen pulls me closer, eyes darting around to make sure no one is around. "Don't act so clueless Val, you know we're happy he didn't end up Alex, she was so full of herself, that girl." Helen makes a tsk sound, her features hardening to a frown. "—and Mr Romano didn't smile as much as he does now plus they were always fighting like Tom and Jerry. He's much happier with you," she places a hand over mine, eyes softening in that motherly way that makes me blush.

He tilts his head, his expression dark. "I, Asher Romano, of the Romano Empire, am a man of my word. I never go back on my word. And five years ago, I promised to make you regret what you did to me." His voice drops lower, colder. "And I plan to fulfil that promise., Until the end." He leans back again, completely at ease. "You should know by now, Ariella, I never lose and I never back down. Ever." "But I... it’s been years, I thought...”

“Do not make me swat your nose. Trust me, I know how to put an unruly wolf in his place, asked my papa’s wolf.” “I…my apologies, Luna Katrina. And to you, mate. My wolf…he tends to be more…” Ilario apologized as he stepped back. “Forward? I like it.” Celestina smiled, licking her lips with a dreamy look in her eyes. “Ilario, meet Celestina Marchesi. Celestina meets Ilario Somma, Delta of Nebrodi.” I introduced them. “Ilario and Ermes,” Celestina repeated their names.

Sang-yeon or as properly nicknamed by la familia, the Asian menace is the Yakuza leader, and he has caused numerous problems for us in the past. I had no idea this was the bastard that knocked up Sofia, she wouldn't give me a name but now, thanks to Alessandra, I know he crossed me. He's leaning against his desk when I enter his shabby, overly late office. He's appluent, I would've found some use for Sofia's bastard had she said his name sooner. “Don Romano,” he grins, greeting me like we're old friends. His accent is washed out, by his environment.

He dusted his hands like he’d just taken out the trash. I stared at him, stunned, heart pounding. “Who are you?” He walked toward me, slow enough not to scare me, eyes steady on mine. Up close, his presence was sharp and quiet, the kind that didn’t need to shout to own a room. “Luca Romano,” he said simply. Romano. The name punched through me like thunder. I’d heard it whispered in Dante’s world. The Romanos weren’t just anyone. They were his rivals. His enemies. The other half of the city’s blood.

He smirked like he was enjoying me seethe. "I'm not. There's this Germany test and exams..." "Which you wrote today, although it's for tommorow cause you knew you wouldn't be going to school tomorrow. You're not a good liar, Romanov." "I hate you...I hate you so much, I'll kill you one day." "Do you know what they say about hate sex?" L'Angelo leaned closer to me. "They say it's the best." TBC