Odio Romeo Santos Novels & Stories

Another huff with a roll of his eyes and he squatted down in front of me, setting the other bottle down and twisting the top from the Powerade. “Drink this, or I’ll make you drink it.” I stared at the bottle, unable to respond. For some reason I couldn’t shake it off. I’d been stupid to think that my fate was so far from Elio’s. Ella Delgado was a nobody who wouldn’t be missed if she were killed or sold as a sex slave. Fire burned my skin, and I drew in a hissing breath of surprise. Domenico’s hand rested on my neck, thumb moving across my jaw, tilting my head back.

the deep voice of Anthony resonated in the air. “Eira!” Daisy’s voice followed. And right behind Anthony, she sprinted out, dashing towards me. Her arms spread, gripping my body in a tight long hug. “The missing girl is back.” That was Sophia’s voice. And oh yeah, I was right. Sophia darted towards me as well, joining Daisy and I in a tight hug. Everything seemed like a family reunion. “What’s going on, Leo? Why do you look all fucked up?” Anthony asked. “Vogar fucked me up.”

Leo, feeling a bit frustrated, sighed and said directly, "Can you please give this phone to Mr. Romano? He knows me." The person on the other end responded, "Okay, he's a little busy in a meeting right now. Call again in 15 minutes." Curious, Leo inquired, "But who are you?" The person on the other end identified themselves, saying, "I am his member." Leo, feeling a bit puzzled but deciding not to press further, replied with an "Okay" and then ended the call. Five minutes later, Leo received a call from a private number. He answered, and the voice on the other end said, "Hello, Romano Santoro here."

He had a dark and mysterious vibe with his buzzcut dyed blond hair that was in sharp contrast with the dark bristles on his jaw. Chrisos Dos Santos was the leader of a diamond smuggling syndicate that supplied most of Asia and northern Africa. He had curly sandy blond hair and chocolate brown eyes and was quicker to smile than the rest of the men. Roma suddenly held a palm out to an apathetic Alexei. "Alright. Pay up, cash as agreed." Without looking at him, Alexei reached into his jacket and pulled out a wad of cash. Roma counted the cash before placing it in the pocket of his jacket, grinning like a cat that got the cream.

While the live music has yet to start, the music piped through their audio system is mellow and romantic and while there is not a proper dance floor, some couples sway where they stand. I sip my cappuccino and enjoy the conversation with my new friends for the next few minutes, then my attention is drawn to the stage as I hear a clear baritone voice resounding “Good evening everyone! How are we all doing this evening?” He pauses briefly and I can't help but applaud with the rest, a few people whistle and I swear a girl just behind me just said something rather explicit for which I can’t blame her. “In case you don’t know me yet, as I see some new faces in the audience I am Aldo Reed and I w

While he was swearing his undying devotion, he was doing the same with Serena Fiore and Teresa Fiore(twins). Dario Rici loved me until his friends called him “pussy-whipped” and ragged on him for dating a Solina heiress, because my family net with was fifteen time his family's. I hopped from that boy to this man—lapping up the attention until the tap ran dry—until Roman Petrov. He was a man, not a boy. A made man. A big deal. Possessive and intense. Pushed all my daddy issue buttons. Up front in the car, the driver tunes the radio and gets onto the highway.

“Cornelio!” Mr. Ricky Santos called. Mr. Ricky Santos was a dog breeder. He had been breeding dogs for years. He had amassed large sums of money just from breeding dogs. One would think that one had to really have a heart for animals to become a breeder, but apparently, such was not the case for this guy. “Yes, Mr. Santos!” Cornelio came running all sweaty from all the cleaning he’s been doing practically the whole day. Cornelio was Cornelio Junior actually. He’s young at only 16 years old, tall but not muscular unlike his father, Cornelio, Senior.

Instead he pushed me a little to get out of his way and he sat down and let me stand. "Ms. Santos, can you tell me what happened to you or how you feel?" I smirked and sat in front of him, staring at Remon for a moment, then shaking his head. He didn't change anything. He looks worse now. Why? Is he not happy with Dana? "I feel devastated. My chest hurts while all the time I always think that I am alone." He sighed, then shook his head and wrote something on the paper and signed it. "It's a recommendation from me to try this psychiatrist. Your problem is in your brain." I try my best to keep it cool even though my hand is really shaking and not to hit or hurt him.

"Isn’t this the mighty Damien Santos? Or should I say El Diablo." Before I could speak Rio beat me to it. "Did you really think you could sneak into my house, ruin my brother’s birthday party, and walk away without consequence?" I tilted my head slightly. "Ruin?" I said. "I don’t recall ruining anything." Rio’s younger brother, Edwardo, stepped forward, his face filled with rage. "You killed our cousin and her boyfriend!" he spat. A bitter laugh escaped me. I leaned against the wall casually, as though this was a friendly conversation.

“I belong only to you, because you’re the man who drives me crazy, who I can’t get enough of, who takes me up to the damn clouds... you have no idea how much I’m into you... Lorenzo Greco...” I confessed in a whisper that died in my throat when that cruel, sinful mouth suddenly sealed over mine in a heated kiss, intense, burning, on fire...