Roman Novel Novels & Stories

“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.”

Roman nodded his head, before turning around Nikolai’s eyes moved to mine and I saw a promise in his eyes which shook to me my core. If I’m right, he would come to my room tonight for sure. Oh god! *** We were carrying dishes to the dining table and placed them down, to my bad luck I was seated next to Nikolai. I could feel his eyes on me but I tried my best to not look at him. “Since Roman is back, we made all his favourites,” Flora announced while smiling at him, “Thank you, “ Roman smiled politely, “Did you enjoy your trip, Roman,” Asked Alan,

Romeo lets out his canines, bites Julius, and drinks his blood. Contrary to what Julius expected, he only feels the bite. Romeo sucking his blood from him made him shudder with pleasure, almost making him come again. When Romeo stops, Julius's skin is already reacting, and where before there were two holes, now there is an infinity symbol, which was inside a moon, and under the moon, the flowery letters: “R&J”

The black SUV rolled through the wrought-iron gates, gravel crunching beneath the tires as the countryside estate came into view. It wasn’t like Damien’s penthouse with its gleaming skyline or glass-and-steel walls. This place looked like it belonged to another era — a fortress of weathered stone wrapped in ivy, tall arched windows glowing against the dark. The surrounding hills rolled out endlessly, cloaked in mist. It should have felt safe. Untouchable. Instead, Serena felt like she was being tucked away. Hidden. Like a problem Damien needed to stash somewhere while he dealt with everything else.

Roman tells him. Roman sits down on the chair and eyes his bloody hands. He felt his hands were too dirty to touch Rosalie. With so much blood on his hands. He didn’t know if his innocent wife would enjoy her husband coming home with blood on his clothes. On his hands. Rosalie was supposed to be a mafia princess. She was supposed to be be accustomed to this life. Yet he family kept her in the dark about their dealings. He didn’t know why they wanted him to marry her. He knew Elena’s motivation. She wanted her sister out of her way so she could inherit the family.

"Knock! Knock! Anybody home? I am the new transfer student here. I was asked to visit the director's office for some reason, and so here I am, I announced. I entered the room and almost let out a gasp. Wait, I don't recall the office being this classy. Did I accidentally get the wrong room? The interior was quite gorgeous, so much so that it was hard to tell if it was an office or a resting lounge. There was furniture made of expensive rosewood and two luxury couches, which looked quite comfy. Two shelves filled with school records, many other books, and a bonfire. I was still in the midst of admiring the office when a voice chuckled behind me, "Beautiful, isn't it? "