Not My Romeo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

THIRD PERSON Romeo doesn’t answer her this time as he steps out of her arms, turns and makes his way toward the battlefield. He didn’t want to leave her but he still had a responsibility to protect Skylar and she was still in the hands of the enemy, the more Romeo thought about it the more he was convinced that the CEO Vlad was indeed part vampire, if not, he was at least part supernatural.

Romeo whose eyes had started dilating because he did not like the Beta’s action did not say anything. Maybe he had realized that I was a mere guest and would be leaving the pack soon

"So, you are just here brooding because you ran out of patients to torture?" Romeo’s dark smile faded as his gaze drifted from my face, scanning the dance floor before snapping back to me. "I am here…" He said. "because I needed a drink. But it seems I stumbled into a live show instead." “What live show?” I scoffed. “I was just enjoying my night.” He tilted his head. His hazel eyes dropped to the flushed skin of my exposed cleavage, on the spot where the stranger's mouth had just been. His gaze darkened and I stopped breathing. Hot ran through my body.

He still wore his outfit from the previous night, which made Mary wonder if he truly went home or slept inside his car. “And why do you think I should let you in? I don't even know you,” she declined. “Because you know me," Romeo bragged. He is still living off the one-night stand from the past. Unlike Romeo, Mary doesn't feel anything anymore. She can't understand why Romeo just can't move on from the one-night stand.

I said confidently, however, it appears more like a child is complaining. "Romeo, you didn’t inform me about that." He inquired, not looking pleased by Romeo’s actions. "I was too busy with other things that needed my presence more than staying here and doing your shit experiment," he rebuked. I shuddered at his deep voice. Lorenzo sighed, shaking his head. "If you didn’t know, I’m his doctor. Romeo is suffering from a disease." "What disease?" I asked, completely bewildered.

"Please, I need your help urgently," Romeo pleaded with Rhoda. He hates the fact that he had to come to his worst enemy for help. Romeo also hates the fact that Dexter is the reason for all of this. Someone who annoys him a lot. As Romeo pleaded, he also looked behind him just to be certain Lucas wasn't coming. The Absence of Lucas made Romeo more uncomfortable. "You need my help?" Rhoda pointed to herself. She looked around and hoped that there was someone that Romeo was speaking to. Unfortunately, it was just Romeo and Rhoda around.

I can't imagine the way he was behaving like an imbecile, so weak, all he knows and he's good at is nothing but dishonesty, he's so corrupt. He dropped me where my car was parked and drove off, he tried giving me money but I rejected it, I don't need his money. After he has driven away, I entered my car and drove to the hotel too. Romeo p.o.v. I think my maid isn't comfortable with going to the club with me, why would I invite her in the first place? Whatever I will let go of both her and the mysterious girl, I don't want them again I want the old Romeo back but why can't I get it back?.

I exclaimed looking at Damian with a questioning look. Damian was still silent, not answering. "Do you want to accept me because you feel sorry for me? In fact, I realize that my appearance doesn't really fit into the category. In fact, Aldo is more handsome than me and also the Caucasians. But why do you want me? I don't want to be the material of your sympathy Key!" "HAH?" "Ahahahahahaha!" Tristan was already laughing.

Two discourteous girls sitting among the celebrants caught sight of Romeo leaving the photo booth. They had been watching the whole thing and also saw when Romeo and Vivian walked down the red carpet. They knew that Romeo never had an eye for any girl in Knowles, some of them already pushed the wrong narrative that Romeo is a gay. Though that had never affected Romeo, he knew his reasons for not being acquainted with any girl, and that he's deeply grateful, he really doesn't want any of them pestering his life.

"Could I have everyone's attention, please, to serve as witnesses?" I stood tall, my posture straight, and cast a calm, unwavering glance around the room. Then, to everyone's shock, I took off the wedding ring that had sat on my left ring finger for years, casually placing it on the dinner table. "Life is about fate, not relationships," I said, my voice steady, showing no emotion. "I've been holding onto the title of Mrs. Gunn and clinging to Jason for seven years, and I know that's not right. You no longer need to refer to Ms. Ferguson as his girlfriend behind my back. From now on, she will truly be his girlfriend."