Roman Novel Novels & Stories

She could barely close her mouth, "I can't say I do ... you didn't finish your story the last time." "Aaah ... of course ... well," she leaned closer to Olivia's ear, "I'm surprised you didn't know this already. It was quite the news back then when Roman left his home ... he was involved with a married woman, his professor." Olivia was stunned. She couldn't believe her ears.

Nova said softly, her voice breathy, cheeks warming under his scrutiny. Adam broke the kiss, smiling wolfishly. "Nova, look at you." His tone was casual, but the way his eyes traced her legs made her nipples harden. Dinner was a tense affair at the dining table, the air thick with unspoken electricity. Asli chattered about her job at the gallery, her hand on Adam"s thigh under the table. Nova picked at her pasta, feeling Adam’s gaze like a physical touch, sliding from her flushed face to the way her dress shifted when she crossed her legs.

“You’ve all been circling like vultures, feeding off lies, twisting truths for your own profit. But I won’t stand by while you tear apart the woman I love and the child we created together.” Gasps rippled through the crowd, cameras clicking frantically. My breath hitched, my body trembling as I clutched Isabella tighter. Roman didn’t waver. His voice only grew stronger. “Yes,” he said clearly. “I love Lena.” The world tilted. He said it so plainly, so boldly, like it was the simplest truth in existence. “She isn’t a scandal,” Roman continued, his tone sharp as steel. “She isn’t a mistress, or a mistake, or whatever garbage you’ve been printing. She’s the strongest, bravest woman I’ve ever kn

Raven whispered. “Please don’t run away. Stay and fight for what you both want, for something you both need very much. If you leave him, he will never be whole again,” Roman told her. “You complete him like no other woman could these last few weeks. He’s known plenty of women in his day but you are the one woman that he needs. He needs you and without you he won’t survive.” Raven shook her head. “He threw me away yesterday.” “There is much more to the story that you don’t know yet. Please do not give up on him,” Roman pleaded. He held out his hand. “But I digress. We need you out here. We’ve come upon new information.”

"I don't think I could survive without you, Roman." "I know," he murmured, his grip tightening. "Because I wouldn't survive without you either. Now, come. There is much to show you." The interior of the manor was a revelation. It wasn't just the craftsmanship of the vaulted ceilings or the hearths made of river stone; it was the furniture. Every heavy oak table, every woven rug, and every hand-carved chair felt intimately familiar. Before they had reunited, Roman had sent her dozens of scrolls and catalogs under the guise of "territory business," asking her to mark her preferences. She hadn't realized she was designing her own home.

Ryan and Alex were punching each other and Andrew and the guys from Ryan's team were trying to separate them but seems they weren't strong enough as Alex and Ryan continued to punch each other. "Stop this nonsense!" Emma yelled as she tried to separate Alex from Ryan but I just stood still. I stood still with my eyes fixed on Alex. Is it weird that they are fighting and all I can see is Alex's hot and dripping body? ..........to be continued

Roman asked me. Confident that he would not have read it, I told him. Roman snorted derisively. “Sarah J. Maas is evidence that the traditional publishing industry is full of rubbish. Those novels are the literary equivalent of eating Cadbury chocolate for dinner.” “That’s not fair,” I said. “If you sit down and read them…” “I have read all four books,” Roman interrupted. “Including that Frost and Starlight novella nonsense. I can assure you my opinion is well-founded indeed. To begin, the riddle in the first book is so simplistic that—”

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…”

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

For the past few years, the most important quality Roman sought in a man was his performance in bed. Roman said, “No, I mean it. He has me trying things I have never done before.” I turned to face her and crossed my arms. “There can’t be anything that you haven’t done.” I’d never told her about my secret desires, my fantasies about ropes and whipping. I was curious, though. “Like what?” Roman said, “The first time we did it was pretty normal.” “Not sure what normal is for you . . .” When Roman and our friends went out together, she was the one who ended up with the guy. It never lasted, but that’s what she seemed to like about those flings.