Marius Romanus Novels & Stories

Her skills will be much needed again to change our appearances. Though that’s the best idea we’ve come up with so far, I’m still a prisoner, which means Marius may end up doing it alone without my contribution. Suddenly, Marius’ phone rings and he gives a signal for someone to enter. An African man comes in, his face unreadable. “This is Omari Adeyemi,” Marius says. “We met in Sierra Leone when we’re captured by Le Distruzioni and I was forced to be a miner there. I hired him as one of our bodyguards.”

He wore a charcoal suit, hands tucked casually into his pockets, though his eyes betrayed a sleepless night. "You made it." Damien nodded. "So did you." Roman glanced toward Vivian. "You survived the reporters." "Barely." She replied. "They're relentless." "They smell uncertainty." Roman said. "And today..." "...there's plenty of it." Before anyone could say more, another group approached. Marcus Hale. Tall. Impeccably dressed. Confident to the point of arrogance. Two junior associates followed close behind. Marcus stopped a few feet from Damien. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

Leaned back towards Caius and side-eyed him, Who is this weird man. “Where are my manners? My name is Nikolas Romanov, and I am the ringleader of this humble caravan,” his hands stretched out beside him, “ I believe I spoke to you on the phone,” as he said this, his eyes never left Orion even one bit, and Orion blinked, incredulous. His instincts prickled. Part of him wanted to snarl, to drive this man back where he came from. But this wasn’t the ocean, and there were rules here. So he bit his lip and stayed quiet, tail twitching beneath the blanket.

He stopped struggling and looked at me, but his breathing was still heavy and it was clear to me that he was still angry. "He's lying, Flora. He has been lying to us this whole time." "Yes, maybe about some things, but not about this." I looked over at Marcus. "Tell him. Tell him everything, from the beginning,” I said. Marcus ran a hand through his hair and sat down heavily in the chair by the window. "My real name is Marcus Romano. I already told you that Carlo Romano was my father." "That's impossible. I didn’t believe you when you said it earlier and I still don’t believe you now," Dante said, but his voice was quieter now. "The only child Carlo had is Anthony Ricci."

‘Alpha Maximus, Luna.’ Talon says to my parents as we face them in the dining hall. ‘We have to put Lord Atticus to an end. Over one hundred years ago, he went on a murderous killing spree. He even killed our father as well as beloved members of our coven.’ ‘Your brother is who’s responsible for all of these deaths? For Micah’s death?’ Theo asks.

“Roman doesn’t think much of me, so he doesn’t always notice when I’m around.” “Why doesn’t he think much of you?” I asked, trying not to seem as desperate for his touch as I was. Domenico was the leader, and every man in that space gave him respect and didn’t question any order he gave. The way he interacted with Roman, their shaded words and tense atmosphere. There was history there. “Because he is the son of Giovanni and Renata Ferrante, and he believes that makes him above everyone else. Like I said, I heard the whispers, the plans they had for you. I wasn’t going to touch you, but as they were talking, you began to change.”

So, he just thought his lies around Ambrose, making it look like he was going to send Cassius after the girl. But he had known all along it was Ambrose he wanted. Plus, if his plan was ever exposed, he wanted it to be Ambrose that would fall. The boy was just a pain a pill couldn't reach. On top of that, he was stronger than his brother and two sisters combined. But all he did was train the security followers. Marius was getting tired of dealing with the annoying brother. The boy couldn't even kill a vampire because one saved his life over two hundred years ago.

He looks like William when he laughs, and it is creeping me out. “I didn’t come here for jokes I came here to ask you questions about our family and about your relationship with Marius,” I tell him. His smile disappears, “Really? What do you want to know”? What do I want to know? I try to think of the exact words to say. I have so many questions but where do I begin? “First let’s talk about Marius. What are his plans”? I ask. “It’s pretty simple Marius is like a feral cat hungry for a meal. He wants revenge for his brother’s death. That is all he thinks about, and he won’t stop till he is dead.” He smirks.

Why should we believe whatever you say, and who are you? The man's gaze swept the room, examining each one closely. At last, he let out a breath and reclined in his seat. "My name is Roman. Prior to his downfall, he was employed by Victor Kain. Julien's mouth clenched. "We wouldn't trust you if you were one of Kain's men."

Main branch: Marcel Delacourt, Viale Maria Cristina di savoia 16 Pontasserchio, Pisa, Italy. So he is an Italian guy.