Lyric Romeo Novels & Stories

Romeo. “It's okay, sweetheart! I'm just covering you with a duvet, go back to sleep. I'm here, no one can hurt you in my presence.” Romeo whispers softly, patting my head. I looked around and found nothing. She is gone. My momma is gone. I clenched the duvet and closed my eyes, a hand holding my hands. “You will hurt yourself like this! Hold my hand instead.” Romeo says, slipping his hand in my hand and holding my hand. A smile appears on my lips as I again fall asleep while holding Romeo's hand.

“So you don’t have a choice in this matter.” He shot me a glare that could’ve frozen the Atlantic. “I swear, sometimes you sound like a prison warden.” I raised an eyebrow. “Maybe I am. Because someone has to make sure you graduate.” He muttered under his breath but tried again, this time getting closer. “Romeo y Julieta es trágico.” I smiled, a small, satisfied smile. “Better. Much better.” He leaned back in his chair, exasperated, and crossed his arms. “This is ridiculous.”

Although Lola liked this mark, she couldn't guarantee that those beautiful ladies would also like it. While Lola was trying on these beautiful clothes, Caesar was sitting on the sofa, reading the list of the main performers for tonight's opera. Like all Alphas dating their Omegas, the opera Caesar chose was "Romeo and Juliet", suitable for lovers to watch together. When Caesar read out the name of the soprano, Lola exclaimed in surprise. Caesar looked up: "Do you like this soprano?" Holding a rose-red dress, Lola nodded earnestly, "Yes, her voice is super nice!"

I rested my back on the roof plates as I looked at the moon hovering above in the sky, shining mockingly at me. Something about Maki's reaction doesn't seem right. I mean, I know there are some idiots who would start crying if it were her. But I was totally caught by surprise after seeing the tears streaming down her cheeks. I cannot understand it, no matter how much I think about it. After all, those tears of hers hold a deep meaning. Tears are how the heart speaks when the lips fail to say how much they've been hurt. So is for Maki. Nah, she must have gotten uncomfortable about that situation. But she said, Why do I have an ominous feeling that she has been through this before? Bah! I must

“I don’t know. I don’t know when Leo will return or where he is. He does not know he is my child, despite taking that bitch Anne’s name. We will have to be very careful when dealing with him. Besides, he is Lester’s son, so unlike Lydia, he might have some affection for Lester. We can’t be rash. We have waited so many years - a few more months is not a big deal. We can’t ruin our plans due to impatience.” Rose was always the more composed of the two. Romeo nodded, “Fine! But make sure to send money to me regularly. I don’t have anything on me.” Rose wanted to snap but chose to eat her words, merely nodding her head. Romeo liked her submissive side of her and diverted the topic. “Now that we

This sparks a chain of word vomit that I makes me wish I didn’t have women on my squad. Freya looks up at Hunter and in her most sultry voice “O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.” Before kissing him sweetly on the lips. This makes Artemis get a faraway look on her face as she says, “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” She’s most likely remembering her mate who passed away so many years ago.

I stress. “You’re just being mean to me. I offer you protection and company, and you repay me with such heartache.” He dramatizes. “While I run for president, you can join the drama club. You’ll make a wonderful Romeo.” He clutches his heart with one hand and lifts the other towards the sky in a dramatic pose. “Oh, Juliet, my love, where art thou? Where in all the heavens hast thou fled to? I see thee leaving me behind. Come back, Juliet, my love, come back.”

~~Nero Amoretti~~ “So do you want to tell me why you were chatting up my plaything?” Romeo responds with his typical grunt, the kind of nonsense that explains why nobody likes him. Grumpy bastard. If he was scaring off Darling again, I might… fight him. Can’t say I’ll win, only the universe knows why my brother’s built like a tank, but I will damn well try.

He grumbled a little before muttering incoherent words beneath his breath, but I caught most of it. "...always frolicking... is that what all women without wolves do..." My body went rigid. The words had pierced right straight through me. I looked down at the man who had said it but couldn't make out his face in the darkness. Pulling away from beneath the shelter, I began to walk off. My feet dragged against the ground as tears welled up in my eyes. He is right. Why did Alaric even choose me? Why did he make me his Luna when I was this useless?

“It’s alright, mother. Rosy told me a lot about you, father. She admires you a lot. She told me to learn from you and be principled like you.” Asteria smiled as she walked toward him. Anthony rubbed her forehead, “Who is Rosy?”. Asteria was surprised as she replied, “Rosaline Dayne.” Anthony’s face relaxed. “You mean Lina. I had forgotten she is - Rosy to her friends. She is a good girl. A perfect match for our Liam.” Asteria nodded, “They look good together. Will looks like a normal person only in front of her.” Anthony led her to the couch, “How do you know them?”