Pj Masks With Romeo Novels & Stories

Romeo's deep voice pulls at my attention, and I don't restrain my eyes from searching for him. The way my heart stirs excitedly as I behold his gorgeous face can't even be overemphasized, and soon enough, the boredom is long forgotten for another while. He is spotting dark blue pants paired with a white dress shirt. Two or three of his upper buttons are subtly popped open to give a little peek of the dragon tattoo that crawls up his chest and disappears behind his neck. His onyx hair is polished and styled into a perfect tousle, jaws in a sharp line, while his full lips shimmer under the gentle ray of the blue light from his iMac. It takes everything not to slither over the long table right

He pleaded. “Marcello, I’ll try to call you in less than an hour, you’ll have to wait and let me have some time with my right hand man. Rome would be here in less than…” the door opened and Romeo entered, I was shocked because he came in so fast and I didn’t detect he would be the one standing as he did. I exhaled and calmed my nerves and continued with the call right away. “…okay Marcell, I’ll call you back, he’s already here, make sure you guys get the package across the border and try to get in touch with me from time to time.” I hung up and turned to Rome as he walked up to me while I whispered.

I V Y I entered the backyard, my eyes falling on Mason, Ace and his parents who were all sitting at the table. I placed six boxes of pizzas on the table. There were four chairs on each side. I took a seat next to Mason, Mrs Romano in front of me. She shot me a smile which I politely returned. She was a beautiful lady with blonde hairs and blue eyes while her husband had black hairs and Hazel coloured eyes. The resemblance between Mr Romano and Ace were insane. Ace got his blue eyes from his mom and black hair from his dad; he was the perfect combination of the two.

He motioned for Jim to enter. "I am Andrei Romano," he announced as Jim pushed through the revolving door. "Captain of the Central Direction Judicial Police." His tone was fitting - a guttural rumble… like a gathering storm. Jim held out his hand to shake. "Jim Davis." Romano's enormous Palm wrapped around Jim's with crushing force. "I saw the photo," Jim said. "Your agent said Marquis Esquibel himself did -" "Mr. Jim," Romano's ebony eyes locked on. "What you see in the photo is only the beginning of what Esquibel did."

Leonardo said stiffly in Italian and Salvatore let go of my hair. "Well, of course, baby cousin, she's a killer," Salvatore responded in Italian, his tone condescending, "or at least that's what you say. Emma!" he raised his voice and immediately a young lady in a short red dress entered the place, she looked like an escort and that's not being said in a bad way. She was insanely beautiful, like the Italian girls you find in Rome. Long dark hair that fell all the way to her lower back, red lips that matched with her red dress and black stilletos. She immediately strutted towards him and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

" Kate asked in shock. His hold on Jace’s neck tightened to get his point across, Monica's son in his arms squealing from lack of breath. His face had turned red and Rome was sure it wouldn’t be long before he was pissing himself. "We're sorry," Kate and Henry chorused wearing matching worried expressions. Still not satisfied, he turned to both of them then put a hand in Jace's jacket and pulled out a wad of cash. "What's in here? Five thousand Incas or so?" he asked. Jace couldn't reply at this time, he was almost out. Rome gave the cash to the palace worker. "Here," He said, "For your troubles." "Your majesty…I shouldn't..." He began to say and Rome glared at him. "I'm sorry. Thank you, Yo

"Arizona, Chicago, Philadelphia. We're working with a man named Roman to distribute all across the country." "Roman? Never heard of him." Probably one of those shadowy figures Papa's always going on about: those rich Americans that are so wealthy than can buy an entire country if they wanted to, and some of them do. "You wouldn't have." Alessandro moves closer and sits on the rock beside me. He's in a suit without a jacket or a tie, the top shirt button undone. Our thighs touch and I pull away, making space where there's barely any to begin with. "Roman is a secretive man, but powerful. Stupidly rich. I'm not sure why he's interested in working with us, but I don't ask questions."

"That's why I want to mold you into the perfect woman for me. Then we will get married, I will start by removing that stupid tattoo from your arm." As the car pulled up to an energetic nightclub, Romano's henchmen opened the door. I stepped out, still in my travel-untidy clothes, gazing upon the costumed partygoers queuing outside. They were all dressed in sexy cops, anime, and also superhero outfits, like it was fucking Halloween in the USA. A sparkling golden mask with a feathered edge caught my eye, evoking memories of Deangelo’s signature eye patch. Hating that I felt a sting of concern for him, I quickly pushed it aside. He was a ruthless mafia don—why should I care?

Romeo watched in horror as the man removed his mask and he came face to face with the one person in the world he least expected. "Holy Mary fucking Jesus!! Ciro Russo?"

he said, and that gave me another pang of pain in my chest. I couldn't be this weak, I shouldn't allow myself to crumble… my pack needed me, and my people needed me… If she shattered my heart, I would not allow her to take away my purpose. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath… "Dad, tell mom to make the proper arrangements for the Luna Ceremony…" I have sealed my faith. Paige POV Romeo didn't talk to me… he jumped out of the car and, as far as the rumors go, a patrol member found him passed out just outside the border.