Roman Academy Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to hear another word from any of you. You hear me?” Various people nodded and looked away before Arcangelo returned his gaze to Marco. “What do you want us to do?” “What do you mean?” Marco’s eyebrows pinched together at the question. “You’re telling us you’re a Romanov. An enemy of the Regnantes’. What do you want us to do with this information? Legally you’re a Regnante, but biologically you’re the heir to the Romanov Mafia. There is a conflict of interest here that needs to be resolved. How do you want to resolve it?”

Donna groaned in frustration before going to the other side of the table and sitting across from me, still pouting. Hany laughed at her reaction. The others just shook their heads. Who wouldn’t when they're acting like kids. Salome was the only one who acts like a proper adult among them. “Alright, everyone, sit down and eat,” Amanda said as she took her seat next to Hany. Jenice sat beside a still-pouting Donna, followed by Karlos. Salome sat beside Donna, while Samuel took his place at the head of the table. Lastly, Navid sat beside me, his face unreadable.

“Wasn’t in the mood to linger.” Brielle narrowed her eyes. “Did something happen?” Silence stretched for a beat as Reyna opened the fridge, pulled out jug lemon juice, and poured herself a glass. She took a long sip before answering. “Roman was at the award show.” Brielle paused her show and stared at her sister. “Roman... as in Roman Knight?” Reyna gave a small nod, settling onto the edge of the couch beside her sister. “The ‘I would never sleep with her’ Roman,” Brielle clarified sitting upright she was now fully alert.

Lysandra’s soul left her body. “No... NO,” she stammered, backing up frantically. “I didn’t... that wasn’t... I didn’t PUSH her!” Elena sniffed delicately, wiping below one eye like tears were forming. Oscar winning. Emmy worthy. BAFTA nomination. Jace knelt dramatically next to her, voice loud enough for every camera: “Don’t worry, babe, Roman will handle this. You’re safe now.” Roman. That name dropped like a bomb. The crowd murmured.

Many of our guests tonight aren’t too big a fan of me or Diego for that matter but they put it aside for their business with Lorenzo and Marcel. And the other reason being that she simply wouldn’t want me too. as much as I hated it, she had broken up with me so my plan for tonight was to watch from a distance, and have Rocco be at her side. He was hired specifically for Maria. he was the best I have ever seen, he had intelligence, strength and he was quick. And that was perfect for her protection. “Angels are incoming” I snapped my head up at Diego’s words with eagerness to catch site of Maria.

Shadow: There’s nothing I want to do more in this moment than punch this smug bastard’s face. “So, any updates Roman?” In this part of the world, I am known as Roman D’Angelo, the only son of one the man that owns an enormous network of underground casinos throughout New York and European cities, and unfortunately I am the only son that means that I am the heir.

roman reads out and I shake my head " no it's not, I don't think that is it" he sighs. " I think its pure red, like blood red" We still scrolled more until we came across a familiar face It was a woman's face i could never forget!, Emeralds real mother, seriously how many years have she lived "This one!," i point on the page as i read out the qualities "drinks blood and eats humans to stay fresh and beautiful" "What?!" Roman, cole and james all scrrams at the same time

Ximena's extended hair instantly retracted, and she shrank back into her small, delicate form. She stood there with her hands clasped together, head lowered, looking obedient and timid. For some reason, that sight made me feel uncomfortable. I pulled her behind me and turned to face the man standing there. He wore a long black robe. His eyes were narrow and slanted upward, his body bulky, his face downright ugly. The man carried himself with an air of superiority, casting me an annoyed glance.

Rena took a deep breath and smiled calmly while revealing Romeo before saying, "I don't understand which topic Beta Romeo is trying to convey. But I need to say that Beta Romeo does not need to know more about a lowly maid like me. You can calm down now because I will never as other rogues do." Rena dragged her IV pole, but her gaze was still fixed on Romeo. "So just act normal and pretend that I'm never seen in the pack or Beta Romeo's memory in the slightest."." Still smiling calmly, Rena gave what a man wanted but in a relentless quote. Romeo with all his' crimes.' *** He was still looking at the back of Rena, who entered the toilet. Romeo did not expect that Rena would be so angry. He th

She felt like an exhibit, a carefully curated display for a critical audience. She was summoned to the grand salon before dinner, a lavish room adorned with Renaissance art and gilded furniture. Dante was already there, standing by the fireplace, his posture rigid. As Amara entered, her eyes immediately went to the woman seated on a plush velvet sofa. Francesca Romano was breathtaking. She was perhaps a few years older than Amara, with sleek, raven hair pulled back into a sophisticated chignon that highlighted her sharp cheekbones and luminous, dark eyes. Her dress, a masterpiece of crimson silk, clung to her slender frame, exuding an aura of undeniable confidence and allure. She was beauty,