Roman Academy Novels & Stories

“I got a new job too, you know.” Emma blinked. “You did? What” “Driving,”Romeo said after a beat. “For… a media company. Downtown. They’re doing press for a movie. The Scar.”that’s the movie Maya is starring in, right? “Yeah,” “Premiere’s is next week. Big deal. And they’re using a soundtrack from a Columbia student.” Romeo added Emma’s stomach flipped. “Yeah,” she answered. She was confused. And too broke to correct anyone’s assumptions.

"Not yet." Marcus waited. "He expects me to react," I said. "Elena Marsh expects me to react. The entire design of this operation is built around my reaction my anger, my pride, my need to be in control. They've studied me." I picked up the photograph of Reece Keller and looked at it again. "They've spent years studying me." "Then we don't give them a reaction." "We give them something better," I said. "We give them the impression that they're winning."

Artemis POV “ABSOLUYTELY NOT!!!” Roman was roaring and I do not recall ever seeing him this upset. The vein on his forehead was pumping, ready to burst, his canines out, his eyes have darkened – Caleb was ready to fight me.. “Is this your fucking idea???” he turned around and asked Lady Jasmine. She seemed unimpressed with his outbursts, literally more interested in nail polish on her hands. “You really can never get the blood right out, can you?”.. This seemed to enrage him even further. ”What the fuck is wrong with you Jasmine???Are you trying to ruin my pack??? Why are you taking my Beta and my witch from me???”” Roman was roaring none too pleased with my request.

“She’s worth the chaos.” Héctor blinked. “Worth it—? Halcón, she’s not some… some trophy. She’s a time bomb.” A slow smile spread across Ramón’s face. He’d seen the security footage earlier—Lola in the armory, all furious focus and stolen knives. She’d looked alive, radiant, a wildfire in human form. And the way she’d trembled when he’d denied her release… Dios, he wanted to ruin her. “Let her sing. Let her slash. Let her plot.” His eyes glinting as he swirled the bourbon.

You would think the Queen of England was walking in the room, but really they're just practicing good sportsmanship, like rival football teams giving each other high fives after a game. Finally the last man that walks into the room is in fact Roman, he is so much like Marcel in so many ways, accept for in their style. Where Marcel practices grace, and dignity, but with an iron fist, Roman seems to be wild, and unpredictable, a loose cannon per se, which might make him one hundred times scarier than Marcel. His blonde hair, piercings on his brow, and lip, and gauges in both ears, tattoos poking out of the collar of his shirt, and of course his erotic behavior the night of the gala are the onl

Lucas smirked as they were out of the forest and now staring at the busy street and a bar opposite them “I’m thinking more of batman and robin” Roman exhaled as he stared intently at the bar, “And I’m guessing you’re robin?” Lucas looked at Roman with the corner of his eye, typical of them to be joking around when they could be hearing screams from a distance in no time if legion decides to start his revenge plot. “I’m more of batman don’t you think?” Roman arched a brow at Lucas with a teasing yet devilish grin “And why is that?” Lucas asked but Roman was already walking across the street to get into the bar,

I was capturing the ultimate, undeniable proof of the Falcone syndicate's greatest secret. "Where is your wife?" Rocco asked on screen. His eyes darted toward the closed bathroom door. I clamped my mouth shut, forcing myself to remain perfectly still. "She is washing the blood off her hands," Roman replied. "She held the gauze while Dante stitched me." "She didn't panic?" Rocco shifted his stance slightly. "She didn't shed a single tear." Roman's chest rumbled. "She is adapting to the violence." "She is a civilian, Roman," Rocco argued. "Keep her out of the crossfire."

Chapter Two Hundred Amd Sixty-Five Romero. That was the name Aryan had used interchangeably last night whenever he spoke about Noah. But why? Romero was...Romero Empire. The conglomerate which owned Romero Logistics and Solutions. Why did Aryan refer to Noah using that last name? What on earth was going on? Was it a part of his former life? The one he had no memory of? What history was there between him and Scar? Maya's jaw clenched determinedly as she pondered on this questions. No matter how hard she thought about it, she could not pinpoint the exact reason.

Ricardo's expression turned cold “You heard me, mom will be in Paris too watching you, if you hurt that girl… I'll forget who you are…do you understand me, Ricardo Romero,” Armando said in a dark tone and stood face to face with Ricardo? His gaze was dark and piercing that Ricardo stayed put. He didn't forget the black dragon, the mafia man before him. Ricardo knew any better than to say anything in front of Armando, knowing he was still a crazy mafia. it took time for Ricardo to finally accept he was a Romero too

He stiffened and stared at us with eyes glimmering in shock. "My bad!" I scratched my neck and stiffled a laughter. "What would you have us call you then? You never really introduced yourself since you decided the theme of our meeting was horror by attacking us with bats." Cass whistled an unfamiliar tune that sounded more like a mockery than a song. The necromancer gave a mirthless laugh before going for another swoop of his cigarette. "I'm Romulus." "Right, I'm Elena Marshall." I cocked my head.