Marius Romanus Novels & Stories

“The man you kissed on the dance floor. Do you know who he is?” “Um…he’s a web developer.” “Oh. A web developer.” The sarcasm that twists his lips has me confused. Mason circles the beam slowly until he arrives in front of me once again. The air around us is heavy with tension. “Axel Roman is a romancer for the Italian mafia.” My pulse drops. “What?”

Marius stood in the corner, his arms folded and his eyes narrowed slightly as I finished speaking. I mean I knew it was pathetic but I didn’t want Damon to see me that way, for some weird reason. He thought so highly of me and I didn’t want him to see anything less. There was silence and in that moment, I felt even smaller. “So you’re paying his debts for him, but he doesn’t contribute towards it?” Marius queried. I didn’t respond. He scoffed. “You were one of our best, one of the best in the field,” he muttered. “Even with pack politics and all, You should have made Captain by now and he hasn’t even seen any action other than behind a desk.”

“You’re R?” The man smirked. “I prefer Ronan. But yes, that’s what I'm called me.” Caius’s jaw tightened. “You worked for her.” Ronan’s gaze moved to him. “I worked with her, big difference.” Ronan’s eyes flicked to Romano. “Ah, the traitor dog. Darius spoke highly of you.” Romano smiled thinly. “I’m flattered.” Selene walked towards him, “You supplied her with materials. Serums, ingredients, Why?”

"All of this. All of them." Isabella slipped her arm through his. "He's being modest. He did the work himself." "With a lot of help," Damian corrected, looking at Roman. --- The surprise came when Marcus arrived. Roman didn't recognize him at first—this tall Black man in his fifties, dressed in a simple but well-fitted suit, carrying himself with quiet dignity. Then he saw Damian's face light up. "Marcus!" They embraced like old friends—or perhaps more than friends. Like family.

Red marks are already forming where Marius gripped him. Ryan glares with pure hatred but Marius doesn't flinch. Instead, Marius takes one deliberate step forward while lowering his head slightly. His emerald eyes are glowing faint and a threatening growl rumbles from deep in his chest. "Touch her again..." he quietly said. "And I will break more than your wrist." The growl thickens from Marius's throat are primal and unrelenting. Even the council members lean back in their seats. Ryan doesn't respond. He just breathes heavily while glaring at both of us. The others are too stunned to react.

CASSANDRA POV "Mom, please don't make me go," I whined, slowly getting up from my bed. Unfortunately, today was the day of my engagement which I was not looking forward to, considering I'm engaged to the one and only Alessandro Russo. Alessandro and I met a couple of years back and from what I saw, he was extremely ruthless and quite insane. However, since my father passed away, I had to get married to secure a male leader for our mafia - a worthy successor.

Though they had never been friends, he recalled that Brutus had stipulated, as a condition of joining the throne of the conquered galaxy of Oarous plot to assassinate Sandur, that his life be spared. However, many other young aristocrats in the galaxy of Ranindusnas lost their lives in combat or killed themselves after defeat, including the great orator Hortensia’s, Marcus Porcius Cato, son of Cato the Blood-EyeMed Priestess, and Marcus Livy Drusus Claudian (the father of Livia Drusila, the future wife of Andurusus).

** INDEX: meridies- midday Gnaeus Domitius Ahenobarbus- a patrician noble belonging to the Imperial family Lucius Cassius Longinus- a consul- ally of Agrippina

"Pointed ones. The contact says it came through an anonymous channel, but he was able to trace it back to a name." "Which name?" "Marius." Nolan frowned. "I don't know a Marius." "He's a council elder," Elmund said. "Lower chamber. He's known for trading information, building networks. He keeps his hands clean but his reach is extensive." Nolan leaned back in his chair. "And this Marius received the question anonymously?" "Yes, Your Majesty." Nolan thought about that for a moment. Then he sat forward. "Who gave the elder the question in the first place?"