Roman Holiday Novel Novels & Stories

Roman said, shoving his hands into his pockets. Fabiano grinned. “It’s called brotherhood, Bella. We insult each other, we drink, and occasionally, we save each other’s asses.” Roman’s mouth twitched despite himself. “You’ve never saved mine.” “Ah, but I have,” Fabiano countered with mock seriousness. “Milan, 2019. That scandal with the heiress and the champagne fountain where you were caught with your…” Roman’s voice dropped an octave. “Finish that story, and I swear…”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

I added the necklace and earrings, the sparkle catching the light. Roman was already ready when I stepped out, looking handsome in a tailored suit, his shirt crisp and white. His eyes roamed over me, appreciation clear in his gaze. "You look stunning," he said, his voice husky. I blushed, twirling a little. "Thank you." He knelt down then, picking up my heels, strappy black ones we'd bought earlier. Gently, he slipped one onto my foot, his fingers brushing my ankle, then the other. The simple act felt so intimate, like he was taking care of me in the smallest, sweetest way. Once I was steady, he stood and offered his hand. "Ready?" I nodded, and we headed out, his hand warm in mine. The driv

Colm winked at Ang. Celly and Ang both smiled. "Oh, Colm, I've never seen Roman Holiday. Please educate me." Ang said as she batted her eyes at him. Jax growled. I swallowed hard. Ang was a great flirt. Colm probably didn't realize what he was in for tonight. He took it in stride and said, "Carson, Roman Holiday is saved in my date night movies list. Could you get it started? I would but as you can see my hands are full." He squeezed Celly and Ang's arms. Derek and Thomas both smirked.

You would think the Queen of England was walking in the room, but really they're just practicing good sportsmanship, like rival football teams giving each other high fives after a game. Finally the last man that walks into the room is in fact Roman, he is so much like Marcel in so many ways, accept for in their style. Where Marcel practices grace, and dignity, but with an iron fist, Roman seems to be wild, and unpredictable, a loose cannon per se, which might make him one hundred times scarier than Marcel. His blonde hair, piercings on his brow, and lip, and gauges in both ears, tattoos poking out of the collar of his shirt, and of course his erotic behavior the night of the gala are the onl

Roman told her, looking around for a safe spot to park his car. Rose rolled her eyes and pulled open the car while Roman was still driving. "What are you doing?" Roman halted the car abruptly. Rose was quick to holding something but Roman hit his head on the steering wheel so he gave a small wince as he muttered. "Fuck!" Rose didn't looked back as she got down from the car. If she was being truthful to herself, it was just an extra way to delay the ride back to her college so she could have more time alone with Roman but she was also curious as to what was happening. She crossed over o the other side of the road where the night club was just ew meters away from her. She whipped her head arou

If answers exist, they will be there. I sat back slowly. The journal felt heavier in my hands now. Blood magic. Ancient creatures. Northern mountains. So many questions. And so few answers. I closed the book gently. From the front of the shop, I could hear Mel laughing with customers. The scent of fresh pastries drifted through the doorway. Outside, snow had begun to fall softly across Thornridge. For now, life was simple. Warm tea. Soft snow. The bakery. And the quiet promise of Solstice just a few days away.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

He trembled so violently, you could hear his teeth chattering. Red-eyed, he looked from person to person, and finally, back at my body. "No," he murmured. "No… it can't be. That can't be Wendy." He collapsed to his knees, the weight of it all knocking the air from his chest. Adeline Murphy stared down at him, expression cold, yet her eyes full of pain. "No," she said. "She's not Wendy. She's Rose." Mickey froze. The name hit like thunder splitting the sky.

Roman responds before leading me down the massive stairs and after a series of hallways, we end up at a door which apparently leads to the back of the mansion which is just as elegant as the front side. Roman is quiet the rest of the way back to the car, and only when we get to the car does he ask, "Is that the kind of guy you want? The one that gives you flowers every day?" I turn to look at his side profile, "That can never be you, and just like you said, I have to understand that." I hold my breath, not knowing where that came from. It sounded as though I was now almost accepting of this whole situation. He nods stiffly in acknowledgement before starting the car, and soon, we are on our w