Roman's Holiday Novels & Stories

We burst out laughing as he slid me inside, carefully tucking my hair back in place. “Be a good girl, come with me,” he murmured, brushing a strand off my face. I nodded slowly as the car rolled forward. Through the glass, the night sky lit up suddenly....green, then red flares exploding upward. My stomach twisted. Why fireworks, after bloodshed? Roman reached for my hand, pulling me closer. His lips brushed my forehead. A kiss so soft it hurt. For the first time, I thought… maybe men weren’t all heartless. Maybe Dante was just the bare minimum I’d been fooling myself with. Maybe… just maybe.

We were seated in the back of Roman's truck and you could see the remenants of what had been the best birthday ever. Aunt Sarah, Kat and Hazel had helped him decorate it with my favourite flowers and a whole bunch of multicoloured balloons. He had also gone out and gotten all my favourite snacks and beverages along with my favourite candy and of course popcorn so that I would have more than enough of a selection for the actual birthday surprise. It was our own personal drive in movie set up. I didn't think it was even possible to drive up to our hill. But of course Roman had known a secret route that a car could use the entire time.

The crowd stopped existing as we disappeared in to our own world, hearts beating as one and souls combined together. Something exploded. We lifted our heads up to stare at the most beautiful scene of fireworks, branding a permanent memory of this special day in my mind. “I love fireworks. They are beautiful. “I mumbled as a smile curved on my face. “Yeah …my last gift to the best woman in my life. Welcome to the family, Rose. “Roman muttered as he looked up at me, love shining in his eyes. “Thank you, sweetie …” I said as I ruffled his hair.

his voice again solemn. "Okay, Papa. I want to go to visit Rome. How long will I stay?" "I will come to you and Jessa before Saturnalia. Maybe we'll all stay for the celebrations in Rome before returning home," he finishes. December. Pompeii will be long gone. "Okay," the little girl responds sadly. For her, December is years away.

“Love, your paycheck wouldn’t cover my shoelaces. I bought you a winter coat last Christmas that cost six times your rent.” “And I love that coat,” I said sweetly. “See? I’m grateful. Please, Roman… I can't survive one week in New Hope without you by my side. I need you with me to fight my evil sister.” He watched me, his eyes softer now. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend.” “I love you.” I squealed. Roman sighed. “When do we leave for New Hope?” “In two weeks.” He ran a hand through his messy hair. “Great. Let’s ruin a wedding.”

Even though they were starting to enter the winter season, the weather was still nice, so the view was clear. “So, there is actually something I have been wanting to talk to you about.” Stefan suddenly said with a somewhat serious expression as they were waiting for their meal to arrive. “What is it?” She asked, wondering if there was anything wrong. “Next month, I am planning a vacation for the two of us. Let’s go to Italy. I want to take you to Vienna for Christmas.” He told her. “Vienna?” She raised her brow. It was one of the place she saw on a few movies before and she always thought it was one of the best place to celebrate Christmas in the world.

Only to collide against the solid, steady frame of a person. The cool, minty and woody scent fills up my nose. For some reason, I know who it is immediately. Roman. “Hey,” he says, steadying me with his hand on my shoulder. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” I lift my gaze to smile and wave it off and say goodbye, but something in his gaze stops me. There’s a hint of sadness in there. Almost like he knows. But that’s not possible, right? “You were so pale, but you have color on your face now,” Roman observes, taking a glass of water from a passing waiter and hands it to me. “Drink. Did you even eat since lunch? I can get you a full dinner, none of this charcuterie bullshit—”

CIERRA’S POV Roman’s mansion smelled like the good candles he only lit for special occasions, and tonight, there were three of them burning across the mantel, throwing a soft golden light over the two crystal glasses he’d already filled before I’d even taken off my shoes. “To finally being free,” he said, handing me a glass, his eyes bright in a way I hadn’t seen from him in months. “To finally being free,” I echoed, clinking my glass against his.

Chapter sixty-four Anabelle Pov The room stood quiet after the incident, Roman came out of the bathroom fully dressed. I was dressed in my red printed gown matched with my black heels. “Are you ready, let's go.” He said, picking up his laptop and bag. Before we left the hotel. “Where are we going? To properly map out their preferences we have to go to their cultural stand.” I said, while we were entering the car. “That's part of what I drafted last night. They're holding a large festival today, so we will be attending.”

They were trying to obtain updates on the renewal of their contracts earlier than usual due to the office being closed for the recent holiday. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as the day finally drew to a close. It meant I could unwind and enjoy some peaceful moments with Sarah for the rest of the night. I had been planning a special evening for us—taking her to a private dinner at a charming Italian restaurant that offers a stunning panoramic view of the entire city skyline. This idea was actually suggested by Rick, my Beta, who knew the place and thought it would be perfect for us. I quickly sent Sarah a message to let her know that I had just finished work and that I was now on my way