Novel & Cerita My Dark Romeo Read Online

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

Amelia had cornered my mother at the lakeside. She spoke softly, "Mrs. Carden, do you know… Why I wanted to kill your daughter?" My mother's eyes bulged with fear as she turned. A thunderclap echoed in my mind. With a splash, Amelia pushed my mother into the lake. My mom struggled frantically. Alas, that place was deserted. It was the most forgotten corner of the hospital. Amelia stood by the shore, arms wrapped around herself, a glint of venom in her gaze. Her smile was wicked, each word dripping with satisfaction. "Why did your daughter have to steal the spot that was rightfully mine?

Yet I pressed on, because for me, there was no turning back. As I moved down the hall, the echoes of our conversation reverberated in my mind. Rico’s words lingered, a reminder of the fragile line between power and ruin. But I pushed them aside. I wasn’t going to let anyone, not even those who once cared, slow me down. In that moment, I reaffirmed my vow. I am Luca Romano. I am the master of my destiny. And if the feds, or anyone else, dare cross me, they will find only the cold, unyielding force of a man who has nothing left to lose.

Romeo will help my dad because or else I will see my dad being sad and broken hearted. Suddenly there's a knock on the door and my dad got up from the seat instantly. He walked to the door and opened it. He smiled widely and shook the man's hand. I got up from the sofa and walked towards the door. My eyes widened and I gulped to see.. him. So he's Mr. Romeo. He saw me and he didn't look surprised at all. My dad led him inside and my dad asked him to sit. He smirked at me and then he turned to my dad.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

He whispers darkly. “Oh,” He moans. “So, fucking good.” I smile, knowing that the dark part of his brain has been activated where there’s no turning back. His pumps get deeper, thicker, and I lose my train if thought. My toes curl. This is good ….. so good. We get rougher, deeper, and I begin to moan, unable to hold it in. The intensity of this is overwhelming, and I'm almost scared to come. "Roman." I cry out.

“If…If today’s any indication, I’m not scared of a little heat. The question is… are you?” Romero gave a sharp laugh, a delicious sound that did weird things to her nipples. “I’m a mafia lord. I have a garden of body parts. I’m not scared of anything.” His hand strayed from her face around to the back of her head. Anateya sighed, leaning into his touch as his fingers delved into her hair. She’d sell her soul to this devil to have him take her, right here on the hood of his car. Romero’s conflicted expression faded, replaced by something that made blood rush to her cheeks. His stare bore into her as if he was peeling back her layers to see inside. The next moment, his lips crashed to hers.

Daniel carefully picked up the necklace and examined it. "What just happened?" He voiced out his thoughts before inadvertently pressing the W symbol on the ball of the necklace. A rattling sound was heard within the ball and it split into two,revealing a small piece of folded paper within. "Wow." Annabelle's eyes was wide at this point. "This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder." Daniel muttered and unfolded the piece of paper. It was quite old and contained words written with skyblue-colored ink. The words were thus: 'Luke the immortal.But not the invincible. Above all but vulnerable to one. One poison deadlier than the other. Werewolf venom triumphs over vampire virus.The might of

I cannot sum up the strength to ask any questions so I remain silent admidst the quiet rumble of the plane's engines and his thoughtful gaze. In that moment, I make another vow. I will be back. And I will kill that Russian Enforcer with my bare hands. I will wreck havoc on all he held dear. I feel my soul shed its colour.I feel it become blacker as the plane gains altitude.I feel it harden like steel, until I have to fist my hands over my chest to dull the ache. My name is Luca Blackstone going forth. And God so help anyone with negative affiliations with the Russian mafia that crosses my path. Death is a small mercy they would always beg for.

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.