Not My Romeo Novels & Stories

"And for the record, the name is Laura." The man exchanged words in Italian per normal leaving me confused as hell, when they finished talking the green eyed monster was the first one to speak. "I'm Romeo, it's nice to finally have a female presence here, especially one with spirit." I raised my eyebrows at him, I could tell when someone was bullshitting me and Romeo wasn't particularly good at hiding his bullshit. "I don't like compliments, especially when they aren't sincere." "And how do you know they aren't sincere?" He asked and I laughed. "It's more than obvious."

Letta said. "But your gaze implies that you're suspecting me. Relax, I'm not freelancing while working here, and Noah is aware of it," Romeo replied, looking at Letta with a blank stare. Of the two new employees at her workplace, Romeo seemed to make her feel uncomfortable. He appeared to dislike Letta, as if bothered by her presence. However, on the other hand, Romeo seemed fine with her, leaving Letta slightly puzzled about Romeo's thoughts towards her.

"And, Omar is taking me to America with him!" Omar paused in what he was doing and looked up at Julius, whom he frowned at. "Soon as you change your name, Pueba!" he spat as he continued with his paper arrangements. Julius' mood turned sour as he pouted like an over-indulged child. "That is the name I have chosen, Omar! Julius Caesar was betrayed by his friend!" "And so?!" Omar didn't stop what he was doing this time. "Look, this is not the place to discuss this. We'll talk more when we get home," he said dismissively as he straightened up. His smile returned when he faced Philip again.

Romeo explains, very carefully and not leaving any point. “You didn't try to take down the news! Right?” I asked from inside the closet. “No, I know that you're aware of this and have a plan in your head. So I didn't do anything and let the news spread.” Romeo said and I smirk at his smartness. “Yeah, I knew that the minister was going to be killed and blame would come on me! You're getting smarter! Huh?” I said, wearing my cufflinks. “I'm you, after all. I'm one of your people so I have to stand out before them!” Romeo said proudly. I opened the closet door and walked out. “You're looking beautiful.” He compliments me.

He said as he fixed my hair and pulled me closer into a punishing kiss. He let go of me when I was breathless and walked out slamming the door shut. I pulled my hand from behind and opened my palm to see the crushed paper. No one called me rayray except for him. “No!” I cried out in agony. “What happened?” I heard the small voice and snapped my head in the direction of the door. I was relieved that it was just Paolina.

Romeo slid into the empty seat beside Emma. “Hey,” he said, leaning in just enough to make her notice. “Miss me?” Emma raised a brow. “I don’t miss you. Where have you been? You’ve been scarce.” “Job hunting,” Romeo laughed it off. “Gotta make money somehow in this economy. You know, unlike you guys I’m not a girl. I don’t have anything to give to get what I want.” His words hit Maya differently. Although Romeo kept talking easy and light, Maya watched him from the corner of her eye. Something about him unsettled her. She couldn’t say what it was, but she didn’t like it.

Romeo whispered in Acid's ear to get hunter over after dispersing the girls. "Romeo, I want to know, do you have any friend as irresistible as yourself? I mean, if you are off the market, you can hook some of us." A young girl, obviously a teenager, said shyly. This girl looks younger than the other girls and she spoke with a touch of innocence.

At long last, Isaac called, asking, "Why aren't you at home?" "I'm at Randall Theater right now," I answered with not a single fleck of emotion in my voice. As if abruptly recalling something, Isaac fell silent for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry. I got held up with something this afternoon. Wait there. I'll come over to pick you up." I didn't decline his offer, but I knew he wasn't coming. True enough, moments later, Jenny uploaded a new Instagram story. "Afraid I'd get a cold from the rain, my beloved CEO and soon-to-be husband made me some chicken soup! Men who can cook are awesome. I can't wait to marry him!"

I shouldn't have asked that kind of question out of the blue. “Erm- I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this..” I trailed off feeling uncomfortable under his gaze. I guess I was just too tired. “No I love that question” he suddenly said making my eyes widen. “You do?” I asked, surprised that he was not yet creeped out but my weirdness. “Yes. My name is Romeo and you?” He asked. "J-juliet" I stuttered. Shit shit shit! He was obviously not going to buy that.

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.