Lyric Romeo Novels & Stories

“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

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.”

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?

She did not know where to fix her eyes – either down there or to keep it locked on his face. "What's wrong? Are you in pain? I should call for help." "No, love. You're the only one who can help me right now." "What should I do? Please tell me. How can I help you?" Romeo's eyes glimmered with primal fiery need. He could not believe his ears. This was his chance. He should ask her to let him touch her now. She would definitely agree since she was slightly panicking.

Romeo said softly, Gavin looked at me with pitiful eyes then hurried upstairs, the second a door closed, I felt a huge punch across my lips. Romeo held Conrad back before he would do worse, I felt a warm metallic liquid on my tongue, "Dammi una sola buona ragione, Glen! Una sola, sensata ragione per cui faresti una cosa così incredibilmente, monumentalmente stupida!" (Give me one good reason, Glen! One single, sane reason why you would do something that incredibly, monumentally stupid!") The anger rolling off wasn't just physically, beneath it, I could hear the crack in his voice, Romeo held him steady but I knew Glamerio, no one could stop except he was the one stopping himself.

Hank asks through sleepy eyes. “What you mean to say is Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierc’d the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.” Juliet tells him. Hank laughs, “I think Juliet says that line.” “She does, but in our case, I am Romeo, who must leave or die and you, Juliet, who is left behind,” Juliet leans against him. “I don’t want to end up in a tomb kissing your lips in hopes of finding enough poison to kill me too.”

Romeo dodged at top speed before saying solemnly, "Hey, hey, don't be angry. If you ask me, Darryl Darby might be a great hero, but he's no match for you." Circe stopped at the words, huffing out an exasperated laugh. "You little devil. Alright, who would be a match for me, then? Romeo had been waiting for the question all along. He chuckled lightly, hopping onto a rock nearby and thumping his chest. "Haha! Me, of course. Don't worry. I'll be sure to throw a grand wedding when I grow older and wed you with glory." Romeo's expression was nothing but solemn as he spoke.

Romeo whispered in Acid's ear to get hunter over after dispersing the girls. "Romeo, I want to know, do you have any friend as irresistible as yourself? I mean, if you are off the market, you can hook some of us." A young girl, obviously a teenager, said shyly. This girl looks younger than the other girls and she spoke with a touch of innocence.

I had to come up with a convincing lie, or else Romeo would expose me to Ezra. But before I could even think of a response, Romeo's expression turned menacing. "Listen, Lydia," he growled. "I don't care about your petty games. But I do care about getting what's rightfully mine. And if you're not going to help me, then maybe you're no longer useful to me." I felt a chill run down my spine as Romeo's words hung in the air. I knew that I was walking a thin line, and that one wrong move could mean disaster.

She was in a room made of cold stone, and the only light came from a single, flickering bulb above her head. The door creaked open, and Romeo stepped in, holding a newspaper. He tossed it onto her lap. The headline, still damp with ink, screamed: GAS LEAK DESTROYS CITY FLAT: ONE FEARED DEAD. "Congratulations, Emmanuella," Romeo said with a cruel, thin smile. "To the rest of the world, you no longer exist. Now, tell me where he went, or things get very, very dark."