Roman Holiday Novel Novels & Stories

"Nanny, please. Don’t remind me. I’m trying to forget that ever happened." "Forget? Oh no, my dear. You can't forget something like that. This is fate, darling! You slept with him, and now he’s your boss? You couldn't write a better romance novel if you tried!" she exclaims, practically bouncing in her seat. I stab at my food. "This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself."

Roman says sitting. "He likes expensive food. He only eats organic. He is rough in the intimate department. He likes to put bruises on you. He dyes his hair, which is natural brown, and sometimes grows out his facial hair. He got a rich grandma who thinks he walks on water. She gives him money. Her name is Elsie Good, "Rose spits out. "Any scars or tattoos?"Roman asks. He is texting someone. "He got dragons on his back and roses on his chest. He is a violent man, "she sighs sadly. The bags under her eyes are still there even after twenty-two hours of straight sleep.

“Author’s Note: This chapter is written in 3rd person to give a broader look at everything that’s been happening over the last month—from Alina and Valentino’s love, to the building tension between other characters. Don’t worry, we’ll return to the regular POV format next chapter!” 🌸🌸🌸 INTERLUDE: ONE MONTH LATER The black Maserati rolled through the towering gates of the Romano estate in Toronto, the engine purring low like a satisfied predator returning from the hunt.

Elena The house is beautiful. It is without a doubt the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It looks as if a farm style house and Mediterranean style house had a baby. It is devastatingly beautiful and I am so envious of it. I shouldn’t like it, I shouldn't like anything associated with this walking demon of a man. The car door opens drawing me from my thoughts. I turn to see Roman standing there. There's his hand on the car handle, a boreed expression on his face.

She asked " Not my family house. My house. I will take you there whenever you want to. Or do you wanna go there now?" " No not yet. Let's go to your house" she smiled. " You are always beautiful. Your smile is everything". She could only smile more. Few minutes later,they got to his house. Henry's house was a magnificent building.It was a house made of glass,the corners were painted in white. The floors were made with marble It had a pool,and a small field. It was a beautiful house for a bachelor. Jane on seeing the house couldn't believe her eyes. She never knew that he was that rich. She wondered how his father's house would be if his was this way. They were still walking down into the hou

She took a moment to drink from the stream and rest before continuing on her journey. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she was near the neutral grounds, a place where members of her pack and the Lycans, their sworn enemies, owned. It was never clear if one would get there and beyond without the threat of violence. Most times, someone died. It was a treacherous place, and Raya couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. She checked her bag, making sure the letter was still there. As she did, her hand brushed against the damp paper, causing her to realize that she had accidentally wet it. She quickly put it back into her bag, wiping her hands on her p

It just seems Romaine knows Cyrill in that manner. “I-Yes.…Yes, I am Rozelyn Nadeshiko.” She then accepts his handshake. His hands were still cold. But the moment he brought her hand to her cheeks, it was only this time she discerned that her hands are cold as well. “Rozelyn Nadeshiko. It fits well in you, as beautiful as you…” She tears her gaze away and looks at the near snow-covered tree to where their car was parked. “It’s the first day of winter,” Cyrill uttered while inhaling into the cold breeze of twilight.

"So, he's a newbie. Teaming up with someone like him gets you nothing." "If you ask me, he'd make the perfect human sacrifice." Their chatter made my chest tighten. In the end, Silvia said, "Stick with me for now. Just watch yourself later." At 8:55 pm, we walked into the town manor under her lead. The place felt as suffocating as a beast's cage. It was supposed to be a wedding, but white funeral drapes hung everywhere. Mournful music echoed through the dark. George smiled. "Guests, have you prepared your offerings?" His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

AURORA I have never experience the true spirit of Christmas until I came across the Romanos. The extravagance and opulence aside, these people were obnoxiously obsessed with Christmas and everything that comes with it. Mrs. Romano, because of her part-Russian heritage, would insist that the celebration continues until the seventh of January.