Roman Academy Novels & Stories

I am just happy that I will get two million dollars so I will be able to save Bianca. Romano shook a Champaign bottle and pop it open it was like a full-on party mode now. Romano drank from the bottle and offered me the same but I politely declined. Not an alcohol person. He nodded and took it back and drank himself and then a trolley entered. AND NOW IT'S TIME FOR THE ENGAGEMENT CEREMONY! MAFIA KING ARCANGELO ROMANO WILL MAKE MAFIA QUEEN ARINA GRECO WEAR THIS RING AND AFTER TWO DAYS MARRIAGE WILL TAKE PLACE AND MAFIAS FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD ARE INVITED TO WITNESS... THE WEDDING OF THE FUTURE MAFIA KING AND MAFIA QUEEN... MR. AND MRS. ROMANO! CONGRATULATIONS!!!!"

Rome didn’t sleep — it watched. The marble city glowed beneath a low-hanging moon, its ancient domes and bell towers alive with whispers of the divine and the damned. Tonight, those whispers were all for her. Amara Varela stood on the balcony of a high-rise overlooking the Vatican walls. Her gown was crimson, her hair pinned with gold. Every inch of her screamed royalty — not of the church, but of blood and fire. Beside her, Luca Moretti adjusted his cufflinks, the faint gleam of his gun holster visible only when he turned. He’d traded his usual black suit for a cardinal’s tailored attire, the ring of a Roman prelate gleaming on his hand.

Roman continues to welcome the crowd and introduce Jonathan and me and the crowd once again cheers. 0 He calls Jonathan beside him and Anna joins them, another man is also on the stage and he begins to recite something in a language I don’t recognize. A hush sweeps over the crowd as they listen, and at specific points, they respond to him in the same language. 0 “Please kneel Alpha Jonathan,” Roman is speaking again, “Raise your right hand,” Jonathan raises it and Roman takes a knife and makes a small incision in his own palm and then another in Jonathan’s. “Tonight you are bound to us as your pack and family,” he says as he grips Jonathan’s hand. He holds it tight while the other gentleman

- Octavian, I went to a hotel, yes, to study and sleep, because I knew that one of you would bother me at home. Octavian's eyes changed. He grabs Romeo by the neck and presses him against the door. - Who's the mutt, Romeo? Romeo had been taken by surprise and was subdued by his friend. Octavian was very strong, but Romeo was of royal blood, and that made him one of the 3 strongest vampires in the world. Furious, he pushes Octavian, and he flies against the opposite wall, destroying some urinals in the impact. With eyes red with hatred, he orders Octavian:

“And why would I do that?” Roman rested his elbows on the armrests and smiled with the patience of a hunter. “Because I'll do you a favor in return.” Dorian frowned. “What kind of favor?” Roman didn't hesitate. “Mario.” The congressman blinked. “What about him?” “I know he's blackmailing you,” Roman said coldly. “The owner of the Eclipse club is a cancer to many. But to you, he's a fucking time bomb.” Dorian tensed, but tried to hide it.

"He even asked if you wanted help...help getting away." I eyed her cautiously. "Did you tell Francis?" "No!" Nora was quick to deny it. "I wouldn't rat you out. However, Natalie...if you really want out, I'm here for you." I stared at her, at the innocence in her young face. At the age of 20, she was supposed to be in college, experiencing first loves and lively parties, not caught up in the mafia's brutal power struggles. Yet there she was, having chosen this life, or more accurately, having been pulled into it by Francis.

Romy shouted, her voice echoing off the tall oak bookshelves, shattering the quiet of the high wing. She stepped right up to me, her chest pressing against my leather coat, her green eyes blazing with a fierce, terrifying pride that burned brighter than the gold mark on her collarbone. "Look at me!" she demanded, reaching up with her right hand to grip the lapels of my heavy coat, forcing me to meet her fierce, unbroken gaze. "I am not a fragile heirloom to be hidden away in a velvet box! I am not a prize to be hoarded in a stone vault while the world burns outside your gates! I am Romy of the Hawthorne line. I am an assassin who spent thirteen years hunting the very monsters you are trying

The soft moonlight pouring through the floor to ceiling glass illuminated the pale, undeniable curve of her hips and the dark, elegant cascade of her hair. She was watching the muted, high definition television on the wall. The screen showed a live news feed from the financial district. Dozens of heavily armored state troopers were shoving a drenched, completely broken Dante Romano into the back of a federal transport vehicle. The headline flashing across the bottom of the screen read: ITALIAN SYNDICATE CRUMBLES IN MASSIVE RICO RAID. Lucian didn't say a single word. He stepped into the room, kicking the heavy oak door shut behind him. The lock engaged with a sharp, final click.

She knew that, or she should have. “You say that like love is some disease,” she whispered. “For a Romanov, sometimes it is,” I answered, and the admission tasted like ash. Confusion crossed her face and I had already said too much. I stepped around her. “Elena, go back to your room.” She followed. “You are really going to defend her?” “I am not defending anyone,” I said. “She is making you look ridiculous,” she said. “What are the other packs going to say about a wolfless woman being married to Alpha Romanov? For years the family reputation has been secured, and you’re throwing that away for her?”

As Roman bowed before his grandmother, Axel handed her a ceremonial blade. Holding the blade over the candle beside us on its stand, I watched as the blade began to glow a soft yellow. She placed her hand out in front and put the blade into it, slicing upward quickly and swiftly. As the blood that coated the edges brightened, she took Roman's hand, cutting his palm too. Giving the blade back to Axel, I watched as Roman and Angel held hands allowing their blood to fuse as the beginning of the Royal Power exchange began. “I, Luna Queen Angel, granddaughter of the Moon Goddess and daughter of the Late Alpha King William, release the royal power to you, Roman Gemstone.”