Roman Atwood Mom Novels & Stories

I walk towards him. He has to be lying. Roman’s mother was Alonso’s first wife, who was kept from the public. It is rumoured that she was the daughter of a Don and she fell in love with Alonso. Against her better judgement, she ran away from home to be with him. “Where is his mother?” I ask him, and he weakly lifts his head when Dylan grabs his hair and forces his head up to look at me. “The UK.” I look at Dante and he is stunned like I am.

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.

Henry was my go to guy for everything and when I told him that I was looking for Roman's mother, he said he'd help me out. He didn't even ask for anything, just Roman's full name. I'd gotten in touch with her this weekend. We met in a coffee shop just outside the house. ”So you say you're Roman's girlfriend?" She was a little lady, a lining of silver hair gracing the middle part of her hair and just enough smile lines to let you know that she's lived a life. “Oh no, I'm not. I just have a child for him.” I'd never seen anyone go pale as quickly as she did.

Rosita's smile widened. "Just pray for us. We're still in college. We need three years to finish." Adimasta raised his slightly drooping glasses. "Where do you live, Adi? And your parents?" Rosita asked about Adimasta’s family. Adimasta told his family then. His father worked in a city government office and also owned a franchise business. His mother opened a flower shop. And when Adimasta said his mother's name, Rosita smiled happily. She already knew Adimasta's mother, although not very well. They had met several times at mother’s socialite events.

"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

ASHTON On the top bunk bed, Uncle Colton sat beside his wife, my Aunt Natalia, the owner of Camp Rees and Maddy's mom. She had a messy chop of blonde hair and a long scar running down her cheek. Swinging her legs over the side of the bunk, her bright eyes met Colton's darkened gaze. He appeared angry, but then again, that was his usual expression. Below them, on the ground, my mom sat on a black trunk, nervously munching on a baggie of trail mix. I could tell she was anxious.

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.