Roman Atwood Mom Novels & Stories

“Your mother was a curse to Roman. Almost destroyed him. Her product will be just as poisonous as she was.” The words land like a punch to the chest. But I’m not just going to stand here and let her disrespect my mother and walk away. “My mother was a good woman.” Aunt Martha lets out a dry laugh. “Was she? That woman burned everyone around her—including Roman.” “They loved each other,” I defended, because I knew Roman and my mom had loved each other. Not once had I ever heard them raise their voices at each other. “You’re so naïve. He hated her.”

He lowered his voice and added, "Besides, Mike admitted it himself when he had me cornered. This was all part of their plan. It's just another stunt by him and Walter to smear you in front of the cameras and get revenge." Mom stopped in her tracks. The warmth vanished from her face almost instantly. She turned to her assistant. "I don't care if they've rescued him or not. From now on, I never want to hear about that father and son again." Fireworks burst across the sky, one after another. The crowd erupted in cheers, celebrating their acceptance into dream schools and the bright futures ahead. Uncle Donald took his chance and leaned toward Mom's shoulder. Mom didn't pull away because, in tha

Who'd been attacked in articles and online. Creating beauty. When he finished, the audience applauded. He bowed. Shy but proud. Came back to his seat. "Did I do okay?" "You were perfect," Jaxon said, voice thick. "Really?" "Really." After the recital, an older woman approached us. "Your son is very talented." "Thank you," I smiled. "You're the Winters family. From the book." My smile froze. "Yes." "I'm Margaret Torres. My daughter was killed by the Romano organization twenty years ago. She was sixteen."

His mother was the mistress of his father—Bernard Thorne—and the only woman who had ever managed to keep the man on a leash. She stood across from him now, her arms folded, her eyes glassy. “I want a grandchild before I get any older,” she said, breaking the silence with that unapologetic tone. “Can’t you see the wrinkles on my forehead?” His mouth twitched into a smirk. “Don’t worry, Mom. You’re not getting old. You don’t look a day over sixteen.” She arched a brow. “Be serious, Roman.” “I am serious.” He leaned back, swirling the liquor in his glass. “And you don’t need to worry. You’ll get your grandchild soon.”

You never know when that might come in handy, like now. “Wait a minute,” Roman says, point to the book. “I know this person.” He says as if his mind is only now collecting the details. He sets down the book and begins punching the number given into his own phone. I can see it’s a phone number to some woman named Chrstina Tarr. “Who is she?” I ask. “Well, before she became a traitor she was a family friend. She and my mom talked about open this shop together.” Roman uses his eyes to indicate he means the very shop in which they now stand.

"That was the Matriarch. She looked after Matthew and me when our parents were dealing with the council. She would have loved you, Willow. She always said I needed a mate who wouldn't be afraid to bite back." "I wish I could have met her." "She would have been proud of my choice," he said firmly. She saw photos of Matthew’s parents—a beautiful couple who had died too young—but as she turned the pages, she realized something. There wasn't a single image of Roman's father. The absence was a loud, echoing void in the book. Roman didn't offer an explanation, and Willow didn't push. Instead, they spent the afternoon in the simpler parts of life. They played games of strategy by the fire—which he

Roman didn't bother her anymore and let her be. "Let's go," She finally said while getting up from her seat. Roman nodded and helped her get up by holding her hands. He helped her steady up then watched her fix her pants and top, dusting off the dirt. "I promise, I will visit you more frequently, forgive me, mom." She voiced out quietly before casting her mother a small sad smile. "Don't worry, aunt Jenna. I will take care of her." Athena heard Roman's firm and gentle voice behind her. She didn't understand why or how his voice warmed her inside and soothed her pain instantly.

Morgan "Say that again." "Which part," Roman said, not looking up from the map. "The part where your sister might be a spy, or the part where I'm starting to think everyone in your family has a secret double life." "Don't start." "I'm just saying, if it turns out your mom's secretly running an arms deal, I want credit for calling it first." "My mom sells scented candles at the farmer's market, Roman." "That's exactly what a secret arms dealer would want me to think."

Roman soon stood up, clicked his spoon against his glass. “we have an announcement” he called out. Everybody exchanged looks. “Camila and I are going to be parents”. silence fell on the entire room as they tried to understand what he’d just said. Xavier was the first per son to break the silence. “you slept with my sister?” he asked. His mother shushed him however, as she stood and hugged Camila. “i’m so proud of you honey, I’m going to be a grandma” “don’t forget me” Roman’s mum said from behind them as she pulled Camila in for a hug before kissing Roman’s cheek.

"Adrian Romano. Of all people." "Mum..." I whispered. Her laugh was humorless and cold. "You don't realize his family has been at war with us for decades now, do you? His father tried to bleed us dry. His uncles put bullets in your grandfather's men. The Romano name is poison, Rue. And you—" she gestured at me wildly, "—you've been sleeping with him?" I flinched. Mum stared at me, her chest rising and falling. For the first time in years, she looked genuinely shaken. "God help me, Rue. You're in over your head."