Roman's Holiday Novels & Stories

“I mean, I couldn’t really before, since I was working all the time, but I also kinda can’t now either with the curfew still in effect and all the reporters still trying to corner me for an interview.” Scott reached across the table to grab Rayan’s hand, rubbing it soothingly. “You know, there’s a very major holiday coming up.” Rayan grinned and decided to play dumb. “What holiday?” “Oh, you know, just the one where the whole world celebrates a certain somebody’s annual trip around the sun.” “Really? Who would that be?” “You probably know him. He’s a hard worker, determined, and unbelievably handsome. In fact, you might just call him the most wonderful man in the world.”

Romano exclaims right behind me. Hearing his voice so close to me makes my skin crawl. “Father!” Stefan shouts furious. “Ro, you promised you were going to behave tonight. It’s Christmas Eve,” Agatha mutters as angry as Stefan. Romano rolls his eyes back. “It was a joke. Relax,” Romano acts like it’s no big deal. “You get it, right?” He says to me. I give him a thin smile. Don’t worry asshole, I’ll get back at you.

He pulled me towards the restaurant. As we wait for our order, we chatted about the movie. Tina was trying so hard to get Lance to talk, while Alfred was telling me about upcoming movies that we can watch. He told me that he will be spending the Christmas holiday in Baguio with his family. He asked me to go out again before he leaves. I accepted without hesitation. I heard Tina asking Lance about his plans for the holiday. "I'll just stay at home. I am not sure yet of my parents' plans. We might also go to my grandfather's house in the north." Tina was casually touching his arm from time to time. I looked away. I felt uncomfortable seeing other girls holding Lance's arm. I recalled Jessie

he frowned. “No, I don’t.” “What era do you live in?” he laughed. “Guys,” Roman came back. He lifted up his cup and emptied it. “I need to leave now.” “Why?” Ryan asked. “You just got here.” “Duty calls,” he grinned at Ryan and turned to me. “I’ll see you again.” He mentioned and rushed out. “He turned out to be the runaway Cinderella.” He muttered under his breath but I heard him anyway.

Roman asks. "Simple, I am going on my honey moon with Thomas. And before you say a damn word me and Thomas have talked about it and we decided together that we want you and Kat to come along with us. It would be a family trip, but you cannot be up under me the entire time," I say to him. "Okay, I can agree to that. I would love to have some alone time with my wife without my annoying little sister around," Roman says. "Okay, it is that simple No rebuttal," I ask him.

Roman's park had truly become a haven of celebration and bliss. We gathered under a beautifully decorated canopy, where tables were laden with delicious food and overflowing glasses of wine. Laughter echoed through the night as stories were shared, and the mingling aromas of delectable dishes filled the air, enticing everyone's senses. Roman, ever the gracious host, raised his glass, capturing the attention of the crowd. The murmur of conversation hushed as he spoke, his voice filled with gratitude and appreciation. "Tonight, we come together to celebrate life, friendship, and the beauty that surrounds us. I am honored to introduce my beloved, Emily, to all of you. Let us rejoice and make me

They stared at each other in silence for a moment. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, breaking the silence. Andrea walked over to answer it, only to find two unfamiliar faces on the other side. "Good day, Mr. Romano," Ryan greeted with a smile. "I'm Ryan, a friend of Rio's. Is he here by any chance?" "Oh, yes..." Andrea nodded, ushering them into the room. He noticed a young boy accompanying them. "Robert!" Rosa exclaimed, her voice filled with shrill excitement. She quickly ran up to him, embracing him tightly, leaving everyone in the room puzzled.

Cassie explains. I shrug as an answer because what can I say? Maybe I just can’t relate because I didn’t get to observe it firsthand but I’m too bothered about my failing relationship to care about the numerous luxury things Roman was gifted for his eighteenth birthday. When Cassie speaks again however, I’m forced to be interested. “The final gift he got was from an elderly man, Robyn said he was Nicole’s father and Lin, he gave Roman a freaking hotel” Cassie says with unbridled astonishment.

Overhead the table was Roman’s name with the words happy birthday and welcome home arched above it in the same theme of blue, silver, and gold. A skinny guy in a white dress shirt and black slacks approached us. Roman reached for two glasses of champagne, thanking the server as he walked on. I smiled at his kind gesture, accepting the glass he offered to me. “Don’t drink too much, Muñeca,” he whispered. “I want you to remember everything I’m about to do to you.” My teeth clamped hard on my bottom lip, gripping his fingers laced with mine tightly. “I’m counting on it.”

Roman leaned close, whispering, “You’re crying again.” “Shut up,” I whispered back, laughing through tears. Isabella didn’t quite blow out the candle—she mostly drooled on it—but it didn’t matter. Everyone cheered like she’d just won a medal. The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of laughter, photos, and sugar rushes. Roman was everywhere—helping kids with the petting zoo, talking with his uncles, sneaking icing from the cake with a grin when he thought I wasn’t watching. Every once in a while, I’d catch him looking at me. Just looking. Like he couldn’t believe any of this was real.