Roman Holiday Novel Novels & Stories

As if to prove my point, when a waitress was walking towards our table, he blocked her and sent her back. I sighed internally. But then again, I understood the need for the protection. These are dangerous times, especially with Mia Harrington’s wedding at the corner, her story about how Elisa was killed, and not to forget Julia's obsession with gaining her ruined reputation back… not like I'd ever allow her to rise again. Not in a million years. Roman sat opposite me, hands clasped, eyes fixed on the table as though the scratched linoleum patterns were easier to face than me.

I watch intently with my brows raised as he removes a sizable oil painting from its place on the wall, unveiling a hidden safe that had been seamlessly integrated into the structure. I pivot on my heel and survey the colossal collection of books that had escaped my memory until now. The tips of my fingers delicately graze the uppermost edges of the book spines as my eyes glide over the titles. My fingers hover over one book in particular. It's a book that is very improper in Alessandros’ collection. This book is a historical romance novel written by Sylvia Day. One of Roses’ all-time favourite authors. Curiosity gets the better of me and I start to slide the book out, “come here, tesoro.” I

As she sat in the carriage, she looked at Romeo and she saw him run his fingers through his hair before he told the coachman to keep going. And thus, the journey continued as they rode together in stoic silence. The brutal journey stopped her from thinking and the temperature kept on getting colder and colder as they wound their way deeper and deeper into the Dark Valley. Romeo had wordlessly wrapped her up in a quilted blanket somewhere along the way upon realizing she was starting to shiver. But it wasn't enough. Roselle was from the Southern Empire, where it was normally warm and sunny. She was not used to being in extreme cold temperatures. She had actually never experienced this level o

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

Steve had never trusted her, and he knew that she had a reputation for being ruthless and manipulative. "Steve, darling," Isadora purred as she approached. "I see you've brought a guest with you tonight." Celess felt a chill run down her spine as Isadora's eyes locked onto hers. There was something about the older vampire that made her skin crawl. "Isadora," Steve said curtly. "What brings you here tonight?" Celess felt a chill run down her spine as Isadora's eyes locked onto hers. There was something about the older vampire that made her skin crawl.

“It looks scary. Should I bring Velia out of there? Or should I ravish her there?” The car came to a halt. Ricardo quickly got out and knocked on the door while calling softly. “Boy, it's me. Boy.” The wooden door creaked open. Ricardo furrowed his brow in the dim lighting. A stranger's face appeared. He seemed friendly, although his white shirt was stained with red spots. “Forgive my somewhat messy appearance, Sir. I had some business to attend to.” Ricardo did not consider the condition important. He spoke. “I'm looking for Boy.”

In this moment, he was just a man who moved her heart. Lin Yilan felt her brain must have been frozen by the cold. She forgot to be vigilant and actively kissed his lips. The man froze for a second, then reached out and held her tight. The increasingly intense kiss left her breathless. Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, but her body gradually heated up. She heard ragged breathing. Hot hands caressed her body through her chemise. A strange desire scorched her heart, making it tremble. The dry wood crackled under the devouring flames, breaking the peculiar atmosphere.

"So do you. It's a shame it's all pretense." His smile was shallow, never reaching his eyes. "Not all of it," he replied. As the city lights shimmered around them, Serena pondered just how real this façade of romance might become. But as their car drew into the hotel driveway, Serena's phone suddenly buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. From an Unknown Number: "You have no idea who you're dealing with, Serena. Back off-while you still can." Her breath hitched. Damien noticed the change in her expression.

Our cab had already arrived, so we got in and headed straight for Reno’s Boutique — one of the biggest in New York. I’d only heard about the place from Marielle, but stepping inside was something else entirely. The glass walls gleamed, the scent of expensive perfume filled the air, and designer dresses shimmered under the warm lights. I ran my fingers across one of them, smiling a little for the first time in days. Tessa and I started browsing through the racks. When we reached the trousers section, I picked a few to try on — and that was when I saw her. Marielle. She was clinging to Adrian’s arm like her life depended on it, laughing too loudly, too sweetly. The moment her eyes met mine, he

“Well. I’ll leave you two to catch up. I wanted to introduce him since you’re back in New York, but I’m happy to see that you’re well acquainted. He can show you around if you need company.” With that, Giancarlo walked off, leaving a stunned Orlov glaring at me. “YOU’RE Rosalind Marlow? What is this?” he growled, and I felt my soldato stiffen protectively beside me. I took a step forward and whispered, “I thought I’d cut you out of my life for good. But now that you’re unfortunate enough to be in the same city as I am, I suggest you avoid me like death, because that is what will befall you if you so much as think about trying anything.”