Roman Booktok Novels & Stories

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,

It was getting harder every single day. “Look….” She started not sure what to say next. “Luca’s not a bad person, Alright? He’s just…..” “And his father?” “He...He is different too, Ryan. You haven’t spent time with these people Ryan. You don’t know…..” “They’ve charmed you,” Ryan's voice fell. Elena opened her mouth to talk but closed it. She felt helpless. “No… Ryan, listen to me….” “No, you listen to me!” He snapped. “I don’t care to want connections you now have with the Romanos, but I promise you, I’m going to destroy them and anyone that stands in my way,”

"I came to this city to be on my own, Roman. To build this life and this bookstore with my own two hands. I don’t want to be someone’s collateral damage, and I certainly don’t want to be kept in a glass box under 24-hour surveillance." "You aren’t in a box," a new, cheerful voice chimed in. Liam strolled out from the poetry aisle, holding a tattered copy of Keats. Roman’s Beta and closest confidant offered her a brilliant, easygoing smile that completely contradicted the dangerous, lethal grace with which he carried himself. "Think of them as very intimidating, extremely well-dressed mannequins. Honestly, they’ll probably drive away the shoplifters." Maya sighed, her shoulders slumping in de

As Roman takes off the rest of her dress, she raises a brow, laying on her desk in just panties and a cloud of irritation. "This isn't fair," she mutters, unwrapping her legs from around his waist, and kneeling upon the desk. He smirks as she unleashes her claws on her right hand, dragging them down the middle of his chest and shredding the shirt. His eyes darken as she runs her hand along the panes of his chest, a smirk on her face as she unbuttons his shorts. Booker is having what sounds like an asthma attack in Roman's mind. I can't believe this is finally happening, Booker howls, and Roman bites his lip, his eyes never leaving Avery.