Pj Masks With Romeo Novels & Stories

The words failed him miserably. Georgina shut her eyes, her fists clenching. Shame washed over her. Aliyah stepped out and stood beside Romero, who wrapped his arm protectively around her waist, pulling her close. Romero turned to James, his expression dark. “Please warn Justin, your son. He might lose his hands next time.” “Romero—” “It’s not a threat, Mrs. Alward,” Romero said coldly, his gaze slicing toward his sister. “It’s a promise. One I would not hesitate to fulfill. You know me.”

She dropped the sandwich. "You know him?" Romeo asked and I was also curious to know. "He is a very dangerous man. He runs his errands at night. I've used him to clean some dirty businesses. I swear we need him before the Lazza does. His name is Dmitri but mostly known as Midnight Mafioso!" Elena lamented while gazing up at Romeo who was fuming. In a blink, Romeo planted a sound slap on her cheek making her stumble away from him, almost falling.

I thought the day was never gonna come but here it is. Romano doesn't believe a woman can own real Power. He believes our job is to look pretty beside men and spend some cash. Hence the way he looks down on my Company. Yes I was doing well for myself but to him it wasn't good enough. Romanos Childhood friend Christopher former CEO of Lombadis Jewelery had 2 kids Oldest (now CEO) Lucas 29 then the younger daughter of his Tracy .They were friends but we never saw eye to eye, I never liked them. They agreed to get us married last year but I never paid any heat to it. Yes I've gotten to know Lucas all my life but i hated him . He was the definition of A Nepo Baby, spoilt to the Bone. So next wee

One hand rested on top of the door, his body leaning slightly forward, while I looked at him with an expression that could be mistaken for tenderness by anyone with a damaged imagination and internet access. The headline read: Mrs. Romano Returns? Monaco Society Watches Sebastian and Jasmine Reignite Old Flame. I lowered my phone. Stared at the sea. Took a sip of coffee. Then choked when the third link opened automatically to an extremely criminal first paragraph. [Witnesses say Romano appeared protective as he whispered affectionate words into Jasmine’s ear before escorting her into a waiting car.] I coughed, and my coffee went down the wrong way. Poppy immediately turned toward me. “Mommy

The sound of his suffering, music to my ears. My voice began slowly, calmly. "Did your bratva aid Riccardo Moralez in the bombing?" Mercutio's eyes, which were lifeless pools on a mere human shell, narrowed on me murderously. And despite myself, my lips slowly curved up at their sides; we were just getting started. Blood mixed with saliva pooled at his lips and dribbled down his jaw from either side of his thin, pale lips, sloshing down to the dragon tattoo on his wiry neck that indicated his bratva.

Catalina With his wrists bound by zip ties, Rocco’s curses filled the air. Piero ripped the sleeve from Rocco’s shirt revealing a bandage. Holding Jasmine against me, I lifted my brow in question. “He’s the man who tried to get to Jasmine,” Piero said. “The one I shot in New York.” “Rocco?” How had he been in New York and gotten back to Kansas City before Jasmine? I knew the answer. Rocco had flown while Piero and Jasmine drove.

Romeo. Real life Romeo. In front of me. I swallowed like a rock the size of my head was forcing through my throat. He was made of lava or maybe lava was made of him, I don't know– no one knows. My eyes scanned him head to toe like a machine detecting metal. He wore a skin tight burning red turtleneck shirt that hugged his slender frame and tucked that into one shiny scarlet leather pants and paired with Balenciaga platform boots. And the worst of all…his locs were dyed blood red.

I just needed a friend. “Promise. Pinky swear,” Romeo said, holding up his hand. “And we’ll beat that boylet of yours—whoever he is!” He and Rose moved closer. “It’s… Jazper Ray Gibson,” I whispered. “Fucking bullshit!” Romeo shouted. Rose slapped my arm. “Shit! So the rumors were true? You won the freaking bidding?! Girl, what the hell—how to be you?!”

That's the rule, so the man have to sleep with someone in order to leave the hotel, unless the guy wants to live there forever. Darrem forgot that the lady wasn't aware of his role in this business. He has no plan on telling her anyway. If he would reveal to her that he was the CEO and founder of Casa Roma, he will lose the thrill of their meeting. He was Darrem Roma, the CEO and founder of Casa Roma. He was the youngest child of Chasy and Roy Roma, one of the richest businessman in America. Their family own Vianca Island, and many properties and land around the world. They also own T-RACE, a known shoe brand and Aromani Wine. His mother gave him the permission to manage the resort business

"It was just..." He opened them again, forcing himself to continue, but then his gaze shifted past me. Whatever expression had been on his face disappeared. I slowly turned my head and saw Cage, Ace, and Miguel climbing onto the rooftop. “Of course. I can’t get a single uninterrupted moment with you,” Rome hissed, immediately getting to his feet. "What's going on?" Ace asked as he approached. His expression was already judgmental as his eyes swept over Rome. "Nothing. I was just leaving," Rome said.