Roman 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 slid his fingers down her cheek, caressing her gently, and whispered: “Come...” He guided her to the sofa without letting go of her. They sat down together, and he settled her on his chest, wrapping his arms around her, as if he still needed to protect her from what he was about to say. The silence became thick, intimate, interrupted only by the soft tapping of Aylin's fingers on his thigh, waiting, feeling. “I have to tell you something else,” he said finally. "Not part of it... not a sugar-coated version. I want you to know everything. From the beginning.“ She said nothing. She just nodded and nestled closer to his body, as if she needed to feel every beat of his heart to prepare her

Infinitely Ours" Romance Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Cuando dejas tu corazon atras - Book 1 "When you leave your heart behind" Libro 2 Mi Corazon te pertenece - Book 2 My Heart will be yours Power & Temptation Mafia Series (Buenovela) (Goodnovel) Libro 1 Mafia Italiana - Book 1 Italian Mafia Libro 2 IVANOV, Mafia Rusa (Only A****n /Unlimited Kindle)

“What?!” ***** UNEDITED Somethings are unravelling in the Roman Mansion. It’s getting spicy in here. Family drama and whatnot.

Some stories are written in blood. Some are written in fire. And some… are written in love. Emilia Romano walked through the shadows of a world built on power, betrayal, and violence, and she emerged not broken, but forged. She claimed her crown in war, in survival, and in love. She did not bend to fear, she did not kneel to expectation, and she did not surrender to the whispers of weakness. Lucien Moretti, the man who had been a storm in her life, became her anchor. Together, they forged a bond that was more than passion, more than loyalty, it was fire and steel, tempered in trials, battles, and unspoken desire.

“I’m gonna spend the rest of my life loving you, amor.” I chewed on my lip as he crawled on the bed, naked. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life loving you, Roman,” I echoed, holding his face tenderly. “Let’s start by taking you out of this pretty dress, yes?” I nodded, eager to spend the rest of my life with this wonderful man. ~Fin~ Thank you for reading. Please don't forget to share your thoughts about Roman and Vee's story. Looking for another book to read? Please check out my novel HELLBOUND: THE LAST TRIBUTE. xx

Lupita assured him that they never had the courage to look at a single letter. Once she arrived, and under the light of a candle and an old desk, she opened the manuscript and found her mother's story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- Manuscript; When I arrived at my beloved Del Valle's apartment early that afternoon, the curtains were drawn, and behind them, the bright tropical sun left the room in a kind of perpetual twilight. Everything was perfect, spotless and tidy, as if it were a nun's quarters. The only evidence of life was a glass bookcase that housed three volumes: Wiseguy, Donnie Brasco and Mo

Deandre Romeo I got home after 5 days in Italy doing a lot of work. I got home a little bit late at night. I walked inside and found the TV turned on. I walked into the living room and found Tatiana sleeping on the sofa with the TV watching her sleep. I walked to the special cupboard to get a bottle of wine. I took one glass and walked back to the living room. I opened the bottle and poured a small amount of wine into my glass. I drank it and closed my eyes.

Let her start wondering if the man who fucked her so passionately in Santorini is the same monster who broke Liana. Liana Moreau had been easy. A few whispered rumors, a couple of carefully placed messages, and she crumbled. Roman destroyed her, but I made sure the story spread. Now Noelle would hear the truth too, twisted just enough to make her run. She thinks she’s in love with him. Pathetic. Roman doesn’t love anyone. He obsesses. He possesses. He takes until there’s nothing left, then throws the broken pieces away. Just like he did with Liana. Just like he’ll do with Noelle when the newness wears off and he gets bored.

Roman enquired. "Ofcourse, I do." Rose replied and tore open a pack of dorchester cigarettes that lay invitingly on their table. "Well you should know who's responsible." Roman said. "Ruthven?" She took out a cigarette stick and lit it. "I would never guess, if you hadn't mentioned him earlier." Roman shrugged and proceeded to tell her about the recent happenings, carefully leaving out the part that Emily was still at his condo. "Sounds like something I would read in a fictional book." Rose said when he was done. "In as much as I don't believe it, I would like to think that the no human blood rule was his muse in this."