Roman Novel Novels & Stories

Vlad raised an eyebrow as he caught the title: The Night That Devoured the Heart. A vampire romance written by a human in the nineteenth century. “Since when did you become a romantic?” Vlad asked, his tone dripping with irony. Lucian closed the book, stared at the cover for a moment, and let out a deep sigh. “I thought I was going to have to give you a good correction these days,” Vlad continued, crossing his arms. The ruby ring on his finger caught the faint firelight. “You seemed possessed. But it appears you’ve resolved your internal crisis on your own. You’re calmer. That tells me the human is no longer in immediate danger from you.”

Romaine cannot contend with their gruesome way of utilizing magic, aside from the fact that heathens are the archenemy of vampires and werewolves due to the fact that heathens want to administer the Blood Rose and the MoonFlower from the hold of vampires and werewolves. “With the help of Nyra Ravenwood, the reigning supreme of the English coven at that time, I tasted the gifts of the beguiling Blood Rose,” Romaine spoke earlier as they were fishing by Lough Erin. Nyra Ravenwood. The same vampire that helped Rosette Richards became immortal. Rozelyn was debating now on what else her stepmom was hiding from her. She’s very much sure that Romaine has more secrets to unravel to her—that is if sh

The world did not yet know it, but Rome had begun to bleed. Far from the shadows of Dante Moretti’s empire and the ruins of the Marcello estate, a new storm was brewing—silent, patient, and deadly. In the vaulted crypt beneath Geneva, surrounded by sealed documents and codes older than the Council itself, the Romanos had returned from the grave. Not just to haunt. But to reign. Geneva – Council Vaults Giordano Romano moved like a man reborn, the years in hiding etched into the lines of his face, not with weakness, but with fury sharpened into resolve.

Anna is weak against this man. She is well aware of that. Romanov chuckled huskily, “You said I force you, but may I remind you whose at fault for this.” He was looking at her in a way that no man had ever did. “G—get the hell away from m—” Bu her resistance did not prolong.

“Winona, your kind of people are not trustworthy at all. You b*tch, you’re worse than a wh*re. I’m your man, after all!” After being insulted by Tommy with various swear words, Winona got angry. “Tommy, I despised you since back then. You took advantage of me being pregnant to rape me every night as I was unable to run away. I haven’t even sued you! Are you even a man?!” Both of them were at each other’s throats, and Tommy was furious too. Back then, Winona was gorgeous while Tommy was just a gangster. He could own a place at Hoover Alley all because his cousin, Sophia, was Nightingale.

I laughed and sighed, "Knock it off Romeo." I grabbed my notebook and getting out of the car, did a brief check to make sure my black polo shirt was tucked into the jeans I was wearing. The jeans were more than a little tight and the shirt showed off the arms I'd built up playing football the last two years. All in all I thought I looked pretty good. Whether I was showing off for Kim or in some vain hope Miss Ross checked out young guys was up for debate, but one way or another I was happy with the result. I'd also sprayed on some Wings cologne for a little extra effect and after running my fingers through my hair, walked up to Miss Ross's door and rang the bell.

Roman noted, swirling the wine she had selected. ​"And you speak like someone who’s spent too much time in the dark," she shot back. ​"The dark is where things are honest," Roman said, his voice dropping an octave. "No one wears a mask in the shadows, Maya. There’s no point." ​Vivienne felt a shiver run down her spine. For the first time, she felt like someone was actually seeing her—not the Blackwood Heiress, not the Mayor’s future wife, but the woman beneath it all. She felt a terrifying, exhilarating pull toward him. He was a mystery, a "gangster" as Chloe had called him, with his tatted hands and his serious face. And yet, she felt more alive in this booth than she had in the library wit

] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy. [Survival is not easy. Please keep working hard.] The ghost bride's name really was Ximena. I glanced at the top of her head. There was a gaping hole, and inside it sat a rusty nail. A chill ran down my spine. However, that brief hesitation was enough for Ximena's expression to turn icy. "Guards. Cut this groom into pieces and serve him to the guests." Not far away, a bloated, grotesque puppet slowly sharpened the blade in its hand. The grinding metal sound scraped against my nerves.

I slowly looked back toward Genova and his jaw clenched violently. The silence confirmed everything before he even spoke. Oh. Oh. So there was more than woman, not hypothetical women, not future possibilities… Real women. My chest tightened unexpectedly not because I was surprised but because hearing their names made nausea rise up my throat. Genova shot Roman a murderous glare. “Watch your mouth.” Roman laughed softly. “Why? She deserved honesty.” “That’s enough.” “No,” Roman said sharply for the first time. “What’s enough is you acting possessive while keeping backup mistresses on standby.”