Nyotalia Romano Novels & Stories

Roman looked up and stared very surprised. “what are you doing here, Ronald?” roman asked with a glare. Ronald laughed and took a seat beside me. The girl he was with sat beside Roman looking bored as hell, she was dressed in black giving off the bad girl vibe. “well, we heard you were hear and thought of crashing” Ronald replied “and by the way, I never got introduced to your fiance” Roman rolled his eyes and looked at me “camila, this is my twin brother Ronald and my sister Kylie”

Aurora spent the rest of the day at Maria's apartment trying to make sense of everything. Maria had printed out newspaper articles about the Romano family. Headlines about suspected racketeering, money laundering, bodies that turned up in the river. And at the center of it all was Luciano Romano, described as brilliant, ruthless, and completely untouchable.

I rolled my eyes. Stefan stalked closer, wearing his casual jeans, hoodie, and an obnoxiously expensive pair of Valentino Garavani sneakers. "Happy 18th! You can now legally do stupid things," he told me, kissing a cheek. "You mean, following your footsteps?" "Bingo!" He winked and fished out a dark blue, long rectangular box out of his pocket. "Courtesy of mama." Mrs. Romano was a remarkable woman I had the pleasure to acquaint. She was as fierce as she was compassionate. When they say that: Behind every successful man is a woman—the statement speaks for itself when it justifies Alessandro Romano himself.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

I danced with my Dad, uncle Xander, Rob, and Drew and when it was time for the couples' first dance, Rita took the stage. I remembered that she said she was going to perform for us and I was curious as to what she was going to do. I guess it was time for me to know what she was up to. "Hello ladies and gentlemen, I'm Rita Coleman a friend of Dana. I may have not known you for a long time but a little while that I've known you, you have been a very wonderful friend. I wish you a happy married life," she said. She continued to speak about how we met, how happy she is that I'm a married woman but sad at the same time because her two close friends in New York; Ella and I were now married women,

he whispers in my ear. "Forever and always," I say with a small smile as we walk up to the people. "Hello Niko," Luca says, "This is my wife Natalia, Natalia this is one of our allies he's the Russian Mafia's Leader and The women on his arm is his wife Katina Smirnov," "nice to meet you guys," I say putting on a smile for show. "you as well I would love to introduce you to the other mafia wives I'm sure they would be excited to know who finally tied down the Infamous Luca Lombardi," Katina says.

“About the nutcase lady, she is the reason why I request your presence.” “Who is she?” “She is the daughter of Alpha Atlas. The Alpha of the CageMoon Pack. Aunt said the nutcase is betrothed to me ever since I was a boy. And I had no fucking idea about it.” “Hold on, Leo…… you are fucking joking, right?” “Did you see me in any costume? I’m dead serious, Man,” I pushed myself up from the couch, and made my way to the mini-bar in my office. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey, stretched it in the direction of Max. “Do you care for any?”

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.”

Rome slid his arm around my shoulders as we began to walk away. “Leaving already?” a man in his late fifties called out—probably one of the businessmen. “Is she your wife? You can’t just leave without introducing her!” “Dad...” Athalia Martin wrapped her arms around the man’s arm, the familiarity clear in her tone. Rome sighed but maintained his composure. “Mr. Martin, this is my wife, Alora Eunice.” He glanced at me, a flicker of annoyance barely concealed. “Alora, Mr. Martin—one of my business partners.”

~~~The previous night~~~ In a club a few meters from the hotel, Natalie Romano was sitting on a sofa with a half bottle of expensive whiskey in front of her. She reached for the bottle and poured herself another glass and gulped it down. “Damn you! Alfonso!” She exclaimed in a drunken voice, "Am I not pretty?!” She poured herself another glass and gulped it down.