Not My Romeo Novels & Stories

He told me all about his life in just a night but I couldn't bring myself to tell him everything about me, not anything that involved Jayden and our contract. I acknowledge the fact that he has been quiet for more than a minute. "Romeo, are you there?" When he told me his name was Romeo, it felt awesome like something magical was about to happen and I have finally found my own Romeo in the city of Romeo and Juliet. He was all smiles too and I know he is here for the same purpose as me. "Yes, sorry. I was lost in thought", he answers with all honesty. "Lost in thoughts? What are you thinking about?"

And when I found the mastermind behind this mess, I’d make them beg before I ended them. “Is that clear?” I turned to Dead Ted. He nodded. “Yes, sir.” I nodded and walked out of the basement, shrugging off my suit jacket. “Well, you look like shit.” Romeo stepped out from a corner, his shirt wrinkled and half-buttoned. It didn’t take a genius to know what he’d been up to. He matched my stride. I resisted the urge to knock his teeth down his throat. “Fuck off, Romeo.” He laughed. “You know…” he said, walking backward, “you should just apologize to her. You’re miserable without her.”

The other blonde cut in, crossing her arms over her chest. I opened my mouth to mutter something but nothing came out. I didn't know how to tell them to get out. Both of them were giving me a serious headache already. A part of me kind of reflected on the blonde's last sentence. "Romeo is a playboy not a lover boy." What the blonde said was accurate. I knew Romeo was a play boy, he was not the relationship type. What changed him?

" Of course. It was because of Ryan. Except I wasn't even in the same city anymore. I had moved back to my hometown. How did this guy even know who I was? Mark seemed to read my mind. "Three years ago, at your wedding reception in your hometown, a friend brought me along. I remember you." I pressed my lips together and didn't hold back. "I'm already divorced from Ryan. So I can't help you with that favor. And to be honest, I'm not qualified to be a deputy director. You should find someone else for the job." I hung up. I couldn't help feeling disappointed. I thought that by coming back to my hometown, I had left Ryan behind completely. But he was still following me.

I will patiently wait for your precious yes. Te quiero, Anita, my own Juliet Always and forever, Romeo My eyebrows furrow in confusion. I look up from the card. “I don’t know any Romeo and I am not Juliet!” The young man quickly grabs the card from me. His cheeks color as he scratches on his nape in shame. “I’m sorry!” he says apologetically. He murmurs something in Spanish about Papa being romantic or something. I don’t know. My Spanish is not good.

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.

Let Romeo there have his moment. If Ace remembers it right, Romeo is a character from Shakespeare's novels in the human world. It's a tragic romance story of two lovers in different families, who both oppose each other. Ace remembered that when Juliet pretended to die for a reason that he could not remember - maybe because she thought her Romeo died and wanted to be free from her engagement with a third wheeler. Then when Romeo thought she died he killed himself. In that moment, that dumb human woke up and saw her Romeo really die and killed herself too. Tragic and stupid, but still a good story. Now, he wonders that if Nate is Romeo and Rose is Juliet he would kill himself if he thinks that

"Bottom line—I love Daisy. I'm never marrying Freya. So you can all just watch that wedding crash and burn." He grabbed Daisy and stormed out. Mrs. Owens let out a long sigh. "You never even liked him. Where does he get this idea that she's after him?" I shrugged. "He's too annoyed with me to actually listen right now. He'll figure it out when the time comes." I walked out of the Owens house and found Nico, Arlo, Rhett, and Daisy all standing outside together. I couldn't be bothered. I walked straight past them. "Freya!"

╭───────────────╮ Rio: Very happy, not just for the heir but Lilly seems happier lately. Don't ruin it. ╰───────────────╯ ╭───────────────╮ Marco: I won't. ╰───────────────╯ None of it was real. None of his actions were real. He never had any plans to make our marriage work it had all been a play. It had all been a lie. I clutched the sheets tighter around myself. Hoping to soothe the unbearable pain I felt in my chest. What was happening to me? Why was it hurting so much?

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]