Nate Romanowski Novels & Stories

Nate chose to sit behind me, and I sat next to Kimia. “Rose texted me that you moved here from Boston,” Kimia started the conversation. “Yeah,” Nate raised an eyebrow at me. “Ma wanted to get me away from some family she thought were bad influences.” “I see,” Kimia said with a knowing smirk. “What do you like to do for fun?” Nate thought for a moment. “I play basketball, go to clubs, and I make a mean martini.” “You’re still in high school! Where did you learn to make a martini?” I asked.

The moment hung between them, charged with recognition and the warmth of unspoken memories. “I'm Lucas Russo.” Lucas introduced himself and stretched his hand out to Natalie and added, “What's the name of the prettiest woman who had been tormenting my dreams?” Natalie shook her head, disbelief etched on her face as she smiled and replied, “Natalie, Natalie Romano.” Lucas' smile froze, but he immediately masked it and said, playfully, “Are you perhaps related to Xavier Romano?” Natalie smiled and nodded. “He's my cousin. We are in one of his restaurants.”

She paused, then added the kicker. "Marcus's business partner will be there. Noah West? Marcus says he's a total genius. Dropped out of MIT to build the startup? He's a billionaire now. Featured in Forbes 30 Under 30. Since you’re so into... computers and stuff, I thought you’d want to meet him." My heart skipped a beat. Noah West. The CEO of NeXus. The man who wrote the kernel code for the Titan engine when he was nineteen. He was intense, driven, and notoriously private. I’d studied his code like other women studied scripture.

Roman had the full profile on Dara Solís by seven a.m. He spread the pages across the kitchen island in that deliberate, almost ritualistic way he arranged information when he needed everyone to absorb it before anyone opened their mouth. Lennon stood on one side of the counter, Damien on the other, both of them too wired to sit. “Twenty-nine,” Roman said. “Trained medical technician. Walked away from her last clinic eight months ago after they tried to short her on hazard pay during a funding fight. She’s got a six-year-old daughter with medical bills that would make most people sell plasma twice a week.”

Chris growled The game began excluding Chris who served as the spectator I have to admit, it was really fun watch Walsh get slapped by a girl after he kept trailing her for her number. Watching Nate trying to unhook a drunk and persistent girl who mistook a kiss for a make out session was Worth the game Quiet Wilder was frightened after a crazy lady chugged lemonade down his chest only to lick it back Jimmy was not spared either as his face was designed with the sole of a pissed off lady's heels It was now my turn. “Roman you see that hot chick with white hair over there, that's your forte” Nate ordered as I dropped a reasonable amount before moving over to my task.

I thought the day was never gonna come but here it is. Romano doesn't believe a woman can own real Power. He believes our job is to look pretty beside men and spend some cash. Hence the way he looks down on my Company. Yes I was doing well for myself but to him it wasn't good enough. Romanos Childhood friend Christopher former CEO of Lombadis Jewelery had 2 kids Oldest (now CEO) Lucas 29 then the younger daughter of his Tracy .They were friends but we never saw eye to eye, I never liked them. They agreed to get us married last year but I never paid any heat to it. Yes I've gotten to know Lucas all my life but i hated him . He was the definition of A Nepo Baby, spoilt to the Bone. So next wee

she shrink in her head. The paparazzi cameras flashed continously and Vine stood awkwardly in front of them. She flashed her award winning smile as a female reporter in a tight red dress hurried towards her and... walked right passed her. It took a few seconds for reality to set in. All cameras were in fact focused on the captivating man standing just behind Vine. Nathaniel Ross Jnr, grandson of the multi billionaire and business tycoon Nathaniel Ross. Nathaniel Ross Jnr popularly known as Nate, apart from being the billionaire's spoilt grandson, was also a very successful movie director. He had directed many movies which always had a playboy as the main character. The media had written sev

He knew that time was of the essence, considering the gravity of the situation Marianne was entangled in. Nate eyes narrowed as he saw the recent contacts of Mr. Ramon Anderson, "Anthony?" he uttered with confusion and curiosity. Nate's investigative instincts kicked into high gear as he delved deeper into the connection between Ramon Anderson and Anthony, the high-profile personal detective. The unexpected link raised questions, and Nate couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Anthony's involvement than met the eye. Nate's investigation led him down a complex web of connections, revealing a series of clandestine dealings between Ramon Anderson and Anthony. As he sifted through the

Thomas laughed and said, “I work for Northrive’s mafia boss, Roman Payton. Don Roman is a highly regarded figure in Northrive, and all of Northrive’s entertainment businesses are managed by him. He has countless subordinates working for him. “On the other hand, I’m Don Roman’s most capable subordinate. I single-handedly lead five thousand subordinates. You can say that I’m extremely successful.” Roman was a renowned thug in Northrive. He had a close relationship with Internal Affairs, had established his own political party in Northrive, and monopolized all the entertainment business there. Not a single person was unaware of Roman Payton from Northrive. And Thomas was, coincidentally, Roman’

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.