Novel & Cerita My Dark Romeo Read Online

Then, she guided Leo to the guest room, saying, "Please have a seat, Mr. Romano will be with you shortly." The walls were adorned with dark paintings, and among them, Leo noticed a striking one featuring a man in a black coat concealing his face, with fingerprints smudged in blood. While he observed, Mr. Romano remarked, "That's my favorite painting." "Welcome, Leo," Mr. Romano greeted, and Leo turned to respond, "Thanks." Mr. Romano then gestured, "Have a seat, Leo." Leo took a seat and stated, "I'll get straight to the point, Mr. Romano." Mr. Romano replied, "Certainly, I'm eager to hear the point."

His tongue teased her hard n*pples before he covered it all with his mouth and sucked on it. Gentle moans escaped her mouth as she ran her fingers through his rich hair. Her fingers slipped into his shirt and gently clawed at his back. His every single touch around her body made her feel like she was going to lose her mind. Yet she found herself craving for more. In the blink of an eye, she had stripped him of his clothes and herself as well. His hardness pressed against her middle and she moaned softly as he teased her. Romeo was not as decent as people thought, when it was just them alone in a room with nothing but their dark desires to feed on, he was a ravaging soul. And she loved it.

DARK DESIRES EPISODE FIFTY "I was drunk,You got me angry last night,I went off boundaries to force you to sleep with me,But I didn't use the right words to ask you about it,I'm sorry okay"He said more softly and I stared at me for a while. Who could believe that the ruthless Mafia boss is the one apologizing to me? "It's fine,I never said I'm angry"I mumbled staring at his tattooed chest, My eyes not leaving the beautiful tattoos.

“All these years, you have become fat and lazy. Now, you don’t want to fuck and want to enjoy it lying down. What do you take me for, huh? One of your prostitutes?” Rose snapped, though already getting on top of him. “You are my bitch, my Rose with thorns. Don’t forget who plucked that cherry! Besides, let's not pretend you don’t like being on top,” Romeo leered with a wink. “I would not talk so much if I were you,” Rose said as she slid him inside swiftly and moaned aloud, “You are at my mercy.” With that, she rotated her hips, making Romeo curse out loud. Then they were back at it again, giving a bashful experience to the audience right outside their room.

He kept staring at her with pain in his eyes, but he couldn't say anything. They remained mute. The only sounds in the room were him trying to release the rope's grip and her hiccups. With a crack sound the door opened and Venezio was standing there with a grin. "Hello sister,Hope you had a good sleep",he said and walked towards Damien. She looked at him with distaste and then at Damien, who sat there expressionless. "My apologies in advance, Your lover is going to die in the most awful way possible," he stated, pulling out his blade and running it across Damien's face.

I got a card and read the letter inside, Here are a violet flower and a violet color card for the most beautiful girl in the whole world for me. I hope you're doing fine. How's life? Are you okay, or not? Probably not-you're drowning on my love for you ksksks. I easily got disgusted upon reading it. I didn't know he was so cheesy. It was as if my body hairs are starting to stand because of the disgust I'm feeling. I returned the card and got another one. This was the last card that he gave me. I now regret not reading the cards that he's been giving me.

We have a nice selection of them, actually. Along with the journals are some musty cloth-bound editions of classic literary texts. You know the kind. Books which appear antique and valuable but aren’t. Here’s a damp, musty-smelling copy of Benito Cereno, next to a collection of Shakespeare’s plays. Also, several classic editions of Hemingway’s novels. Now here’s something interesting. A diary. Upon opening it, a name scrawled on the inside cover grabs my attention: “Jebediah Bassler.” Of Bassler House? Bassler Road, and Bassler Memorial Library? This is interesting, to say the least.

I needed to find a way to cancel tonight’s date without hurting his feelings. Romeo is an Italian who moved here from Spain. He has been in Verona for three years and knows the city better than I do. He offered to show me around at night, and I gladly accepted because I have been so bored in my hotel room after Alejandro leaves me at 7 p.m. every evening.

She hadn’t expected to fall in love, but here she was. Bjorn and Chelsea had proclaimed their love for each other, and done so publicly. Miriam had said that Fate herself had brought them together, at this particular moment in time, for a mystical purpose. The two lovers had been joined because they were the chosen ones, they were called to be warriors in this moment, in the End Days of lycanthropy.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.