Jean Claude Romand Novels & Stories

Rosa's restless footsteps echoed in front of the grand Romano's Mansion. Anxious anticipation coursed through her veins, fueled by her desire to catch a glimpse of Andrea. She had grown weary of Celine's manipulative games and was now resolved to expose her deceitful nature to the Romanos. Celine had made it abundantly clear during their last conversation that she had no intention of relinquishing her hold on Robert. Rosa's heart raced as her thoughts spiraled, until the sudden ring of her phone snapped her back to reality. Without bothering to check the caller's ID, she hastily answered.

Champagne slowly walked into the restaurant, a waitress walked towards her and she gave her best smile. Before Champagne could say anything " This way please " the waitress led her towards a table in the corner, it looked like they had been waiting for her to arrive for a long time. And she didn't mind as long as she didn't have to stand a minute to wait simply because the heels on her feet were starting kill her. Champagne looked around the interior of this French restaurant, the designs seemed ancient but that's all Champagne could guess as she knew nothing about France or it's people.

“I want you to live the rest of your life doing what you want to do.” My name is Julien S. Montmirail of House Montmirail, the Crown Prince of Gallia. I am expressing my recommendation to Gianni Saint-Amour of the noble House Saint-Amour, who served me with great professionalism and excellence. I can assure you that he has an excellent work ethic and exemplary skills. He is a doctor by profession. Gianni is a great asset to Gallia and an even greater asset to your institution. If you deem this decree untrue, you are free to write a letter to my Julien S. Montmirail of House Montmirail, the Crown Prince of Gallia.

I walked in with Jordan behind me. “Welcome,” a man in black fitting leggings, and a black singlet said with a smile on his face and I smiled back. He was very well built and had a hard face, but he was a dancer none the less. “I’m Roman clay,” he added and stretched his hand towards Jordan, nervously. My husband on the other hand glared at him with a tight frown on his face. “Where is Cole Castle?” he growled and Roman flinched. “He had something urgent to do and stepped out. He apologizes sincerely.” Roman lowered his gaze.

I remarked to Louis a few minutes later in the kitchen after leaving the kids watching Moana. "Maybe because it's not the first time I've seen it,” he said shrugging as if nothing had happened. "What can I tell you? I like animated movies.” And I believed him. Louis was an extreme cinephile. I still had to ask him when he watched movies if his work took up a lot of his time. Perhaps it occurred in the space of ending with one woman and starting with another. “Are our plans still in place?” He asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Roman carried her out of the apartment, through the rain, and into the SUV. ​The drive back to the fortress was a descent into a heavy, suffocating silence. No music. No singing. Just the rhythmic thump-thump of the tires on the asphalt and the sound of Jean-Pierre cleaning the blood from Chloe's face with a silk handkerchief. Roman stared straight ahead, his jaw locked. He wasn't just angry; he was calculating the cost of a war he hadn't asked for, but was now forced to lead. ​The gates of the fortress opened like the mouth of a dragon.

"Thanks aunt Kayla" "You know" Mom started "William Aubert is going to be there and his son will definitely accompany him. It's his grand opening after all" "So?" "You might want to be friends with him" The other added "I heard he's the perfect gentleman and he's nineteen too so you'll both get along well" "Twenty" Mom corrected "He's twenty" "No, he's nineteen" "Twenty" "Nineteen" "Twenty" "Nineteen" "Twenty"

"Thank you for saving her." "I am Gabby Florence, a cultivator, and I just came from 3 years of training in Mt. Alebasi. My clan were physicians; it's my duty to treat any patient, regardless of their nature and status." "I'm sorry for my impudent actions awhile ago. Please let me treat you to dinner as my apology," I humbly offered. "That will do! By the way, how can I address you?" was his nice response. As expected, people from Mt. Albasi were really humble and kind. He lived up to their reputation.

He spunned back to face her with his face lit with excitement “You mean two though, Roman and Henry” she corrected him “Oh I didn’t forget about Henry, he isn’t just quiet perfect yet. He escaped before I could even perfect the work on him, and soon his body will fight too. That’s if it hasn’t already started” Bernard said arrogantly “But roman, Roman is the key to creating what I want! How could I have missed this?” He snapped his fingers “But you do remember that he’s dead right? He didn’t survive when your lab went down” Lorraine said

His eyes then darted to Geoffrey’s corpse on the ground, and he frowned deeply. Meanwhile, Donald said to Adrian softly, “Mr. Xander, this is Romain. It’s said that he used to be a captain in the outlands and is very skilled at his job. He’s the security team leader of Fowler House.” As Donald spoke, Romain pointed his gun at Adrian and the others. His gaze turned ferocious. Romain said, “I don’t care who you are. Get down on your knees and put your hands behind your head. Or else, I’ll blast your head open with my gun.”