Not My Romeo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

If I don't love them, why am I even agreeing to go on a date or whatever they tell me to do even if I don't want to! We were both silents until I heard his phone ring. "Hello?" I'm looking at him now. "See you? It's already late at night, and I told you I didn't want you, didn't I?!" I frowned at him. "Who is that??" I curiously ask. "It's Deo." He answered. "Give me that, let me talk to that sh*t," I said softly and he gave me his cell phone. [Is someone with you?! It's Heaven again! What I've been telling you before is right, there really is something between you two!!] I can feel that he is very angry with me and so am I.

I worked around the clock to put the finishing touches on my latest project and submit it just a week before our wedding. Over dinner, I mentioned to Jane Vance that we were working on a tight timeline and that we should get our wedding photos taken as soon as possible. Jane took a bite of the steak I'd made, looking as if she had just remembered something. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Lucas and I got married." For a moment, I thought I'd misheard her. But she said it so casually. "I didn't really have a choice. Lucas hasn't been performing well at the lab for the past six months, and he's about to lose his job. If I marry him, Mr. Sterling will recognize Lucas as my spouse and allow him

I answered. He texted back quickly “Name three movies you’ve seen that is not action.” I stayed put for a while trying to think but I couldn’t think of a single movie I have watched that doesn’t have any action so I texted him movies I have heard of but never seen. “Romeo and Juliet, The note book and so on.” It was like he can see the lie right through the text “You can’t even name three. Have you even seen any of these movies?”

After the last class, I join the others at the theatre. Miss Jota is a nervous wreck. She walks over to me and grabs me by my shoulders. “Romeo, I need the real Juliet. Your Juliet.” Gracie’s replacement overhears us and Miss Jota turns to her with a shrug. “Sorry. You are not it.” She is right. Whitney is an awful Juliet and I don’t want to kiss her. I don’t want to kiss anyone.

Her voice shuddered. "Because I'm not...?" Romeo confusedly responded. She arched a brow at him. "What? Don't lie to me, Romeo!" "I'm not! I swear! I'm not getting married, I don't have any woman I'm dating right now." She stared confusedly at him. "But what about... Camilla, who is she getting married to?" "Rick, you remember him right?" His brow arched as he asked. She nodded. "Rick. I do. Wait... So, you--" she pointed at him, "--and Camilla--" she pointed at the door this time, "you two aren't getting married?"

Because she is not Groddy's ex-wife, and is not a woman who sold her body to gain recognition as the lover of a vineyard owner named Groddy. She is a queen who has found perfect love, since Groddy still has a very difficult life in Switzerland. "Sehrize, you are a woman who will never be my ex-wife through out my life.You are my queen."Whispered Groddy while giving a small bite to his lover's ear.

As I made my way up the stairs, Delia's words echoed in my head. "We don't want you here as our future Luna. You know I'm the beta's daughter, and me and Hughy are destined to be together." I rolled my eyes and let out a heavy sigh. This girl was really something else.

He was sure I wouldn't mind as long as he showed up. However, when he got out of the car, he found that the pizzeria wasn't decorated the way he would've expected a wedding venue to look. He asked Bob where I was. Bob snorted. "Are you only remembering her now? It's too late." What did that mean?

My attention was no longer there. "No matter how much you hate the decision the Moon Goddess made, she's your mate on the other side of that wall." Romeo said before leaving. The sentence landed in the room with a different weight than anything he'd said before. There was no direct confrontation in his tone, but no submission either. It was… too honest. My expression didn't change. I didn't turn around. I didn't answer. I just stayed still, eyes fixed on the surface of the desk, while every word settled where it shouldn't have.

Romanov asked. “I don’t know,” Romeo said again, frustration bleeding into his voice. “But whoever it is, they’re not guessing. They know things about this family only a handful of people should know. And they let me go alive specifically so I could warn her.” He looked at me now, something almost like an apology in his expression, though he’d never say the word outright. “I know I’ve been a bastard to you. I know I don’t deserve you caring. But I didn’t want this on my conscience too.”