Odio Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

I’m just hoping it’ll not rain or else I’ll get no sleep. “I’m sorry,” I lift my head to see the man I am looking for these past days to some and help me. “Angelo, you’re here,” I said sobbing. He kneeled down to cup my face and wipe my tears out. “I hesitated when I realized you are a Sagittarius, I’m sorry. Seeing you like this changed my mind,” he continued though I don’t understand a word. I don’t want to understand anything too. All I want is to get out. “Please help me.” “I will.”

I cleared my throat, and wrapping my arm around Aurora, I smiled at the woman. “I am Dante D’Angelo” I said introducing myself. “Natalie Brooke” she said, nodding at me. I looked down at Aurora and kissed her temple, smirking when I caught sight of the woman who had her eyes on us. “I’ll be leaving you alone with the ladies, yeah?” I whispered to her, noticing that a few women were approaching. “Alright, just try staying away from trouble, okay?” She asked, looking me in the eye. I nodded and motioned for Leonardo to come and follow me, and understanding where I was going, Leonardo gulped down his scotch before walking toward the lounge where our fathers were sitting.

"Santos Romano, you have been charged with murder, attempted murder, kidnapping, inciting a war, treason, rape, and collusion with the mortal enemy of your kind, how do you plead?" A minor stirring within the crowd could be heard, but a brief look from Isabella was enough to quiet them instantly, and Santos felt a thrum of fatherly pride at how she wielded such power. 'In another time we could have ruled side by side, father, and daughter if it wasn't for her stubborn mate'. Santos thought regretfully. "How do you plead?" Bella repeated firmly. "Guilty on all charges," Santos said proudly, watching as his peers looked on in disbelief. They thought he was going to put up a fight but Santos kn

The vehicle had a sticker of the Casa Roma logo and a not for rent statement on the lower door frame. “Thanks Lio,” Ethan greeted as soon as they get on the car. The driver, Lio, was one of the most loyal worker of the Roma Family. For him serving the Roma was a privilege. He is already 53 and had already been Darrem's butler when the kid was just 7. Lio just nodded and watch the new faces on the head mirror. He stared at the lady on the glasses, and find her frame familiar, but didn't said anything about it.

Jefe de Maria De La Cruz, aunque ella no lo va a saber todavía. Lautaro Nicolás Romero, nacido el 20 de mayo de 1974, argentino, aunque de ascendencia alemana, tiene una estatura mediana, similar a la del cantante Robin Williams. Es el tipo de persona que cuanto más amable es contigo, más rápido debes correr, porque cuanto más rápido morirás, nunca te deja ver su verdadera apariencia emocional, si lo viste es porque ya estás muerto, antes teniendo bovinos y dedicándose a enfermar al mundo, era sicario, solía trabajar para el presidente argentino. No tiene estudios, solo sabe leer y escribir y su hijo, Emiliano Romero, lo es todo para él. Nunca se casó, pero vive con su esposa y juntos tienen

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Santiago’s voice was curious, yet heavy underlined with authority. “T-Tomás, señor. Tomás Santos.” His eyes were still glued to the ground, his face turning red. Santiago smirked. “Ah, the saint. Good job, Tomás.” His voice carried rare approval. Tomás stiffened, the corner of his mouth twitching. “G-gracias, El León.” His voice was barely a breath. Just as I was watching the young man, studying him, Santiago’s hand slid lower on my back, steering me toward the staircase. “Come, mi ángel.”

He leaned against the door, folding his arms as he stood in their path. "Hey ladies...". His husky tone of a voice was a mix of his deep Mexican accent. One could tell that he's Mexican not only because of his voice but his brown skin. Despite that, he was looking totally hot in that position, making the girl gulp down their own saliva nervously. "I'm Dante Alessio". He introduced while stretching his hand forth for a handshake.

He stood on his feet, and saw several gunmen, approaching him. He did a head count, and his eyes drooped, over twenty. Don Santiago mumbled under his breath, “they are too many” He held his guns tightly, and a look of determination on his face. “Don Santiago, inform your daughter to return, then, we will spare your life,” one of the gunmen said loudly. Don Santiago furrowed his eyebrows, “Who are you?” he asked, a big frown etched on his face. “I am Romeo, and we are men from the Hosa family” he introduced himself.