Novel & Cerita Italy Romano Hetalia

“No. You’re just not my type.” Romeo laughed, dark and musical. “ I'm everyone's type." " Sorry to disappoint." He groaned leaning closer to Jamie under the bright club lights and bodies moving in the crowd. " I'm boredddd... lets make out for fun." Romeo whispered into his ear. Jamie blinked, caught between disbelief and thrill. “For fun? You’re… really serious?” Dante shrugged lightly, a playful glint in his eyes. “I am. It’s just for fun. Nothing more. Besides I’m not your type right.”

The tattooed man said to her looking nonchalant as he drove with his other hand. Allison was lost,properly what does he mean?She remembered how number 10 usually speaks to Mr Tristian. “Please Master, let me go I have learnt my lesson” Allison said with watery eyes. The man smiled. “You're a fast learner,I like it,” he said with a smile. “My name is Romario Ndrangheta but you only refer to me as Master or Sir, because I own you”. Romario said in a thick and rich Italian accent.

and I slowly turned around. "you don't need to go anywhere. Nothing will happen to your people... tell them to go to the address I give... My jet will pick them up and get here safely..." Romano was seated on bed like nothing is wrong with him and he was looking at me... does he really mean that? His jet will get my girls here? But wouldn't that mean officially accepting that the R is actually his people? He will officially declare a war with this... Has he gone crazy? he can't do this...

Yeah, Talia could see how the hypocrisy could be amusing. “Hold up. You left the office like the devil was nipping at your ass to find Delicioso about your proposal, so… it’s him isn’t it?” Talia took a frustrated sip out of her martini glass and said, “He’s Italian.” “Reigning from the same hot species. Is it him or not?” she shot back. Talia cleared her throat, turned her head away to the side, her left hand rising to rub at her cheek and ear. She jumped when Carrie screamed, quickly turning to face her.

“I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just I hadn’t thought about it that way. Look, your right I don’t know you and I’m not sure I really want to. All I know is what Agatha told me and to be quite frank, what she did say wasn’t exactly a great selling point. I’m sorry… Raymond, is it?” “Roman” I had to fight the urge to laugh as he growled at me for calling him the wrong name. “Well, ‘Roman’ I don’t want a mate. I had all these plans for when I was old enough to leave. I want to travel the world, to embrace new cultures, try new food. Not be mated to a bloody wolf that wants to fuck until I produce them a pup. A mate that ends up causing my fucking death after what I’m sure would be an epic lov

“Fuck... you're so tight, Lana.” Once he was fully buried inside her, Alana placed both hands on his chest for balance and began to ride him. Her hips rolled in a sensual rhythm, soft moans spilling from her lips with every movement. Her breasts bounced gently as she moved, drawing Roman's hungry gaze. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, gripping her tightly as she rode him. Suddenly, Alana asked breathlessly, “Tell me about your trip... how was Rome?” Roman's eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts. “Shitty,” he muttered. “I never want to go back there.”

Pressing his lips into a thin line and shaking his head, he turned around and made his way into the building in long, angry strides without uttering a word to any of us. … ANTONIO. If I had stayed there for a second longer, I would’ve lost my sh*t and run a bullet through the skull of that bastard. I despised him with everything in me, and I couldn’t bear seeing him with Rosalinda. “What is Liam Romano doing here?” I questioned Roberto immediately I stepped inside his office. “The Romano’s wants an alliance, right? Through marriage with Rosalinda.” He sighed, setting the papers in his hands aside as he leaned in his seat.

At the end, Aunt Valentina said, "You're wrong, Luciano. Actually, you have some family. A great one. I have promised to your mother not to tell you anything. However, now I don't think I can keep that promise anymore." "I have some family?" Luciano looked at Aunt Valentina in disbelief. "Yes, boy. You still have family. The Romano." Aunt Valentina smiled warmly at him. "'That' Romano." Aunt Valentina continued again. Luciano hardly believed this information if it wasn't Aunt Valentina who said it. 'That' Romano family. Oh my god. It turned out that he was a part of the most distinguished family in Italy! "Auntie didn't lie, right, didn’t you?" Luciano asked. His eyes lit up excitedly.

Discuss what somewhere else? Grace voiced out more irritated than confused. "Grace" Dante put his hand out in an attempt to stop her from talking. "Hey, I'm Rome. Your potential mate" Rome said using a hand to brush back his perfect hair back as he extended another hand towards her. Wow, was he tall. Grace took it anyway with a contended smile on her face. She didn't quite know what was going on. But she could definitely get used to this. "Will you get your hands off of her--"

I didn't want her waking up and torn between herself again, upon seeing him. “Leave Romanov, better still decide our fate faster,” I intentionally kept calling him Romanov. I needed him to be reminded that we were Italians and they were Russians. We don't mix, the last time it happened, I knew the outcome of what happened. “You need to stop calling me Romanov, it's my name, fine. But you also know my name, it's Alceo. A L C E O,” he spelt it out for me. “We don't mix Romanov, the Del Vecchios and the Romanovs shouldn't mix. And I was just too stupid to take you for just an ordinary lecturer. You of all people should know the history between us, besides, you are Isiak’s favorite.”