Roman Novel Novels & Stories

*After many requests, the Sequel of the Romanov Princess is finally out! It's under the title, 'Anastasia Romanov' and now you can go and add the book to your library ! Yay!* **If you like fantasy stories and not to mention gxg, you can check out my new fantasy book, "Daughter of the Naga". Caution: that story might cause you joy. Here are some fun facts about The Romanov Princess: -The original title of this story is My Vampire Mistress.

Roman stopped directly behind Arthur's empty chair. He leaned down, his large fingers digging sharply into my bare shoulder. I used the sudden pain to ground myself, refusing to flinch. "Your family is officially dead to the banks, Cora," Roman murmured against my ear. "But if your sister tries to sell my secrets to the Russians tonight..." He paused, his grip tightening until my collarbone ached. "...she will be dead to the world by morning."

He then began to think of unpleasant things, so as to will the hard-on away. He didn’t want her to know the effect she had on him. Hell, if possible, he wanted to avoid getting entangled with her. Rosalina Marcels was a naive and innocent woman who wouldn’t do well in his world, and who deserved a better man, a safer option. Roman could only offer to initiate her to a world of passion and delicious pleasures, love was not on the menu – and he knew that women like her would crave it. Let’s keep the passion for Naomi, he told himself sternly after a moment.

Rosa's restless footsteps echoed in front of the grand Romano's Mansion. Anxious anticipation coursed through her veins, fueled by her desire to catch a glimpse of Andrea. She had grown weary of Celine's manipulative games and was now resolved to expose her deceitful nature to the Romanos. Celine had made it abundantly clear during their last conversation that she had no intention of relinquishing her hold on Robert. Rosa's heart raced as her thoughts spiraled, until the sudden ring of her phone snapped her back to reality. Without bothering to check the caller's ID, she hastily answered.

Roman says, "And the sooner you understand that, the better it will be for you." "Why can't you just be like every other normal boy and give me flowers every day until I fall in love with you and agree to be your girlfriend, rather than shove the title down my throat." I almost screamed at him, shocked at the composed nature in which I delivered my speech, considering how drunk I was. "I'm no boy, Aella." 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.

She corked it open and poured some of the red wine into the glass. Carmen hated hearing that Roman was messing around with the maid of the twins. She hated it not just because it was like he as cheating on her but because it had to be the one she hated the most. Carmen hated Rose because she felt Rose was acting too proud and acted like she owned the whole place when in fact it was Roman. She also didn't like how Roman gave the maid too much power.

she says. “I wasn’t hungry.” “He noticed.” I sigh. “Let him.” “You’re playing with fire, Alana.” I meet her eyes. “I am fire.” She doesn’t argue. She just turns and starts walking. “Come on. He wants to see you.” Roman’s office is colder than usual. He’s sitting behind the desk, a half-glass of bourbon in front of him. Two phones. One ledger. Three knives. All perfectly aligned. That’s how you know he’s annoyed, when the neatness sharpens.

Roman introduced her as Jenny, the trusted housekeeper who had been with him for years. In short order, Jenny had them settled in the dining room with a plate of delicious slow cooked lamb shoulder that melted in your mouth and baked potatoes and the salad Jenny had been making. Roman had found a full-bodied bottle of wine and gave her a glass. They were more than halfway through their meal when Roman bought up the subject they had touched on in the car. “So, are you going to share your epic family drama?”

“Roman, have you ever used prostitutes?” Roman drops his head shamefully. “Yes,” he murmurs. “Oh that’s right, because you were sleeping with one when you went to Moscow while ” He holds up his fingers to accentuate his point. “Married to Ana.” “No,” Roman replies. “I was never unfaithful to Ana.” “Did Ana not satisfy you in bed?” he sneers at him. I can feel the anger radiating from Roman. “You will pay her more respect,” he sneers. Yuri jumps to his feet.

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.