Roman Series Novels & Stories

Who knows how long until I can come home–if I could. Ren reached for my hand and squeezed it tightly. "You'll be fine. You'll do great. And if you don't, we're still your family," she said. She always knows what to say, and I gave her hand a little squeeze too and a grateful smile. After dinner, I was standing with Ren and Mom in the kitchen sink, helping wash the dishes. Dad and Millie were watching their show in the living room, while the royal guards assumed their roles outside. I found out their names were Fierro, the black-haired guy who looked like he could be a model; Sebastian, the lankier and tallest guard whose face looks as sharp as knives; Miroh, the blonde dude my mom finds the

I was so happy and excited as heads, limbs and body parts flew around me whenever my sword meets its target. I stopped when I was just a few feet away from his elite guards. I looked at him. “King of Germania, hear me. I am Maximus Aurelius of Rome, son of Caesar Marcus Augustus Aurelius and General of the Roman army. I offer you the chance to keep your life. All you have to do is order your soldiers to retreat and you will pledge allegiance to Rome.” I said to him. Part of me hoped he would consider and accept defeat, but another part of me just wants to continue the exciting battle.

Roman says sitting. "He likes expensive food. He only eats organic. He is rough in the intimate department. He likes to put bruises on you. He dyes his hair, which is natural brown, and sometimes grows out his facial hair. He got a rich grandma who thinks he walks on water. She gives him money. Her name is Elsie Good, "Rose spits out. "Any scars or tattoos?"Roman asks. He is texting someone. "He got dragons on his back and roses on his chest. He is a violent man, "she sighs sadly. The bags under her eyes are still there even after twenty-two hours of straight sleep.

Billy watched me for a second longer than necessary, his eyes sharp but gentle. He knew. But he didn’t press. “Good,” he said simply. “You deserve some peace.” Peace. I wondered if that was still possible. The kids moved to the shallow end, and Billy helped Isabella practice diving. She counted loudly before each attempt, insisting everyone watch. I clapped and cheered like a proud mother, but my mind drifted somewhere darker. Roman was back. Not just back, but powerful again. The man who once lost everything because of lies and betrayal now stood taller than ever. Wealth restored. Influence regained. His name no longer whispered with scandal, but spoken with admiration.

His voice was low, but filled with a chilling calmness that mirrored the steel in his eyes. Cyrus’s expression darkened, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You think it’s just me? You’re both dead already. There’s nowhere left to run." He leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a knowing malice. "You’ve made a fatal mistake by trusting each other. The empire doesn’t just destroy enemies, Ravenspine. It destroys loyalties."

"Not yet." Marcus waited. "He expects me to react," I said. "Elena Marsh expects me to react. The entire design of this operation is built around my reaction my anger, my pride, my need to be in control. They've studied me." I picked up the photograph of Reece Keller and looked at it again. "They've spent years studying me." "Then we don't give them a reaction." "We give them something better," I said. "We give them the impression that they're winning."

Everyone and their uncles know that to have the Moscow Bratva owe you a favor is like having the key to heaven. The room falls quiet again. I can see the next name forming on their tongues before they even say it. Luca tries anyway. “Then… the Romanos?” I let the name hang in the air for a second, tasting it. Rafael Romano. That smug, prick from Italy. I remember him from the last summit; sharp suits, sharper smile, always acting like the underworld was a fucking boardroom. I’ve read the reports on his operation. Clean, ruthless. But never a coward.

Trying to still the anger raging inside me since my little princess revealed the treachery done by Chase Olympus. Memory floods me now of that night Tamara told me everything. Two nights after she bathed in that virgin’s blood. “You’re certain that there’s a Lucy Roshid that he’s close to at the moment?” I asked her calmly, even while rage spiked viciously inside me. “Yes, dad.” She snapped. Her body wound tight with anger. Her eyes red rimmed and swollen from crying. The name sparked something inside me. Something dark. Something I couldn’t quite place.

“I don’t really feel well so if there’s nothing to discuss I’ll go now.” He pretended to get confused at her statement. “No interest? We’ve been doing this for months, Sei. You’ve just recently warmed up to me. Back to zero? What did I do?” Rojean panicked again. “Doing? As I said, I have no interest.” she just repeated, trying to maintain eye contact with Theo to see if he really was telling the truth. Theo pretended to get upset before sighing deeply, playing with his wine. “Okay…”

He yelled and Ryan quickly staggered up. "Here I am, the best Neurosurgeon in the world Ryan Wilson." He said with a smile as he staggered. "He looks like he's drunk" one of the men said. "Who's the other surgeon?" The man asked. "Stay down" Emma whispered. "Do not stand up" "There he is" Ryan said. "The amazing Alexander Sanchez, the defeater of death" he said laughing. The man walked up to me and held me up by the collar.