Novel & Cerita Roman Holiday Novel

” He asked but she kept quiet ” What’s the genre of the novel you’re reading?? ” He asked ” Michael don’t you think you should continue reading?? ” Lisa asked and faced him Michael smiled with the way her small lips parted while talking and suddenly got mad when he remember Rowan actually kissed her ,,,,what the hell?? ” Michael?? ” Lisa called making him come back to reality ” What’s the genre ” He asked ” I just said it’s romance,,but you were lost in thought, what are you thinking?? ” she asked

Ryan said with a shrug. "Jasmine" I called but she stood up and walked out and I stood up to follow her but I stopped. "Thank you." I said to Ryan and he smirked. "See you in the next five years, go after your girl." He said, I smiled and ran after Jasmine. 💊 .......the END

“What we have is new and real and mine. She cannot touch it.” I nodded slowly, wanting to believe him. He pulled me into his arms, held me tight against his chest. I breathed him in, let the steady beat of his heart calm mine. Outside, the sun began to sink, painting the sky blood red. Somewhere in the city, Isabella Romano smiled at her reflection, already planning her next move. And in the quiet mansion, the new year that had started so perfectly now carried the first sharp edge of threat. Valerio kissed my temple, then the spot just below my ear.

Top buttons undone. When I walk down to the private garage, Rosella’s already there. She turns around as I approach. “Hi,” she says softly, her voice carrying a mix of anxiety and relief. I ignore her greeting completely, walking straight past her while masking the awe that crashes into my chest. God… she looks like a goddess. But I refuse to let her see just how much she affects me. Roman is already behind the wheel of the yellow Lambo. I pull open the rear door and gesture for her to get in first. Once she does, I slide into the seat beside her.

he demanded, his voice clipped and cold. Reid didn't argue. He handed them over, and Luciano slid into the driver's seat, the engine roaring to life under his aggressive touch. As Luciano navigated the Roman traffic with a reckless, sharp precision, Reid sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window. His mind was a storm of unanswered questions. Why had Rosa returned to the very city that had shattered her? Why was she crossing paths with Luciano—a man whose shadow most people wouldn't even dare to step into?

He said and knock on the bathroom. "Yeah I just need to wear a little makeup and my dress," I said and I picked a red dress that shows my cleavage. I wore red lipstick to make it match with my dress. Ralph will be shocked once he undresses me. I wore all red today and that his favorite color. **************** After a minute we arrived in a restaurant that has a hotel. We both enter the restaurant and the waiter come to us to ask if we had a reservation. "Do you have a reservation ma'am, sir?" he asked

Willow began, looking up. The words died in her throat. Stormy gray eyes looked down at her. Roman had shaved his stubble, revealing the sharp, lethal lines of his jaw. His dark hair was swept back, and the brow piercing he usually wore was missing. Despite the shadows of exhaustion under his eyes, he was beautiful. "Rosebud?" Roman’s voice was deep, laced with the heavy accent of the old territories. His eyes traveled down her body, and Willow felt his jaw tighten. "What are you wearing?"

We were ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that our love would always guide us through the darkest of times. *** In the evening, Jonathan surprised me with a romantic candlelit dinner in the garden of his home. Soft music played in the background, creating an ambience of tranquillity and love. As we sat at the table adorned with flickering candles and a bouquet of fragrant roses, I admire the effort he had put into making this evening special. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a gentle glow on our faces. “You truly know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Jonathan.” I praised him, a smile playing on my lips.

Chapter 43 Lyra “Lyra, are you done?” Roman’s voice called from outside. My heart jumped. “Y-yeah, you can come in,” I replied, slipping my phone into my clutch. The door opened wider, and I expected Roman to walk in. Instead, the first thing I saw was a massive bouquet of red roses—a showstopper of a bouquet, more extravagant than anything I’d ever received in my life. My jaw dropped. This has more roses than Ethan gave me in four years of relationship.

“Coastal town. Southern Corsica. A bloodied man matching Jean’s description was treated in secret. Paid in diamonds.” Vincenzo’s entire body went still. Then he said one word. “Where?” On the Road — Aria and Noel They were driving away from the De Luca estate. Noel looked out the window, numb. He wore no jewelry. No ring. No watch. No reminder. “I need to be nothing for a while,” he said. Aria nodded. “I’ll protect you.” “You always do.” But up ahead, at the fork in the road, a black car appeared behind them.