Roman Series Novels & Stories

I heard Roman say behind me, I turned to him and went to hold his hand, pulling him toward me, and now we're standing holding hands in front of my father. "You're it?" dad says in a growl, he's scary, very scary really. "Dad, be nice, this is Romy," I say and then blush, I shouldn't have called him Roman, not Romy, but I didn't know what to do. "Hello sir, I'm Roman Black," Romy says next to me, introducing himself to dad. "Another Black," dad growls, his eyes were black, he's really angry and I don't get why.

I let my heart guide me there and desire coils in my stomach the moment I see him. Roman is still in his brown-haired disguise and he’s dripping with sweat. The way it gleams on his forearms, the way his hair seems to be semi-drenched, the way he’s wearing a sleeveless shirt and those gray pants that make flashes of last night come back to my mind…….. Kill me. Just kill me. Roman is holding two rods in his hand and Fen is on the other side with the same. They circle each other, their movements, clearly relaxed and predatory, and then they attack.

I looked up at him as they conversed lightly, even in all of our walks have I seen Ryker this happy. We had just gotten outside when Arnold’s name was called, halting us in our steps. We all turned our head to the source and my heart skipped a beat as I saw Roman approach us. His eyes met mine for a brief second before he turned it away, his head going into a bow, “Your highness..” he looked up, glancing back and forth between them both, “your hignessess, it seems like there’s a rogue attack at the border of the pack. Your attention is required.”

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like. I squealed silently...if that's even possible...in excitement, a goofy grin overtaking my features. This was definitely a scene straight out of one of my romance novels. Rosette: So in this category, what do I call you? Best to play it safe for now. Alexander: Choose Rosette: What if I don't want to? Alexander: You have to, so please do. Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds.

I just felt that what Joanna did for this man was not worth it. In order to take revenge, she ended herself too. Does the Little Prince really love roses? I didn't know. But what I knew was Jeffrey was definitely not the Little Prince, and I was not a rose imprisoned in a glass case. My future had infinite possibilities.

Something I didn’t like. I reached for it, but Roman’s hand shot out, stopping me. “Don’t touch it.” “Why not?” “Because that,” he said slowly, “is a blood ledger. A record of every kill, every betrayal… and every debt. Written in the blood of the victim.” My skin crawled. “So whose debts are in there?” Roman’s gaze locked on mine. “Yours. Your mother’s. And your uncle’s.” The room went still. My hands curled into fists at my sides. “Then we finally have proof.”

Roman had finally told me the truth. And for the first time since my world cracked open, I wasn’t walking on broken glass. I slid into the car with a grin I couldn’t seem to suppress. Roman didn’t know it yet but I was about to surprise him. The city rushed past the window as the driver pulled away, sunlight flashing against glass and steel. My reflection stared back at me, soft, thoughtful, changed. Roman’s confession replayed itself in fragments. His mother. His promise. Rory. The war he never asked for but never ran from.

Roman held her gaze with brutal calm. “Because I had the right. And because you had already started to get too close.” And there, for the first time, Miranda was left without a ready word. Without a cynical smile. Without a disguise. Just her, exposed and defeated. Roman returned as it was getting dark. He didn't turn on the lights when he entered. He closed the door carefully, as if the sound could break something more than was already broken. He walked through the house without looking away, without looking for anyone. As if he knew exactly where to go and who to find.

“Because you’re not just Veronin blood. You’re part of the line he tried to merge.” The truth hit like a fist to the ribs. Roman hadn’t chosen me because I was an enemy. He’d chosen me because I was the bridge — the last living piece of both empires. And that meant the war wasn’t just about control anymore. It was about inheritance. ⸻ I sat alone that night in the dim light of the study, the pieces falling into place around me like shattered glass reforming into a blade. Roman didn’t want to kill us. He wanted to use us — our names, our blood, our memories — to bring the past back through us.