روايات وقصص ضمن Roman The Originals

Roman’s presence always did that: dragged old instincts to the surface like blood rising in water. Roman leaned one hip against the counter. Arms crossed. Sleeves of his black button-down still rolled to the elbows, exposing the ink that mirrored Damien’s own down to the last jagged claw on the bear’s paw, the same Cyrillic script curling along the inside of his forearm. So identical that Damien sometimes felt his past was inescapable. “So,” Roman said. Voice low. Calm. The kind of calm that made people check their exits. “The email.” Damien exhaled sharply through his nose, trying and failing to remain calm.

She shook her head negatively, and said the one he never thought would come out of her mouth at that moment, “Tell me about yourself, Roman.” He raised an eyebrow at her, “It’s 3 am.” “We’re both awake though,” she retorted, winking at him. Roman contemplated telling her to just go to sleep, but ended up telling her a little bit about his past instead. “My father was the most powerful man in the city, and I was proud to be his only son… Up till I realized I was just the only legitimate son he had. I had two other siblings.” Her eyes widened at the revelation, and she didn’t fail to ask, “Where are they now?”

"This—this is a digital contract between Abel and rogue council members. Scientists. Money trails... and all of it traced back to Roman. They’ve been planning this for years. Framing him." Helen gasped, covering her mouth. "Are you sure?" I nodded grimly. "Positive." The deeper I dug, the worse it got. Transfers from accounts tied to Tobias and Rowan, two council members who were supposed to be allies. I clicked on a voice memo buried in a hidden folder. Static crackled, then a cold, familiar voice broke through. "If Roman won’t burn, we’ll bury him instead. He’ll never rise again." My blood iced over.

He walked out, leaving a silence that screamed. Later That Night, Roman’s Penthouse Roman returned just after midnight, eyes stormy. Alma rushed to him, relief morphing into fear as she saw his expression. “Where were you?” she asked, hugging him tightly. “I met someone,” he said quietly. “Rourke. My father’s old fixer. He claims this goes beyond my father. Says I’ve attracted attention from international players, ones who used my father as a puppet.” Alma stepped back, voice tight. “Langford came to see me.”

"The name you want is Roman. He's a professional. He's a man who has no morals, no conscience, no fear. He's a man who will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He's a man who will never be caught. He's a ghost, a myth, a legend. You'll never find him. He's a man who holds all of Daniel's darkest secrets, and he's a man who will die before he gives them up." With the truth finally exposed, Jullie and Dante had a new target: Roman. They knew that he was a dangerous man, but they also knew that he was the key to proving Daniel's crimes. The chapter ends with a tense moment as Jullie and Dante prepare to hunt down their final lead, a dangerous and unpredictable man who holds the key to al

She silently cleared her throat and shift on her seat. It was obvious that Roman don’t like mentioning his late father in front of everyone. Mr. Rom, Roman and Romeo’s father died in a car accident when we were 16. He was from a bar downtown and decided to drive home. He crashed on the concrete barrier on the way home and was dead on arrival when sent to the hospital. We thought his werewolf blood would save him, but the impact is too strong that even his wolf muscles could not endure. “What’s your plan?” Renieval asked after a long silence.

This Roman who wasn’t cold or cruel. This Roman who wanted her safe. This Roman who spoke of protection like a vow. So she leaned back slowly. “Fine,” she said. But her voice wasn’t as sharp. Not as cutting. Roman noticed. And he smiled, barely, but genuinely. The door swung open without warning. Hale stepped in mid -sentence. “Roman, we have a situ...” He stopped. Dead. His eyes widened, his jaw faltered, and the rest of the sentence withered into shocked silence.

Roman's features were hard and set like stone, while she had an innocence to her that made her pure and admirable to the eyes. The only thing they shared was their eye color, Hazel brown. While hers were soft and loving, his was hard and unforgiving. A long scar ran down his face from his forehead to his cheek, it looked like a scar caused from silver. "I'm here to be your ally, I want to remove the competition to achieveing what is mine" he tells Roman, and all the other rogues growl in disapproval, Caden turns to look at him with disappointment and disbelief in his eyes, which hurt but he had to do what he had to.

Roman grunted from the driver's seat. Soloman turned his face slowly to look at his right-hand man. Roman's jaw was knotted with tension, the old gang tattoos rippling down the cords of his throat. He knew he was overstepping with the boss, but he chose to ask the question anyway. Roman had a pretty fucked up moral compass when it came to everyone in the world except one particular blond. And now, apparently, the woman that was fiercely loyal to Katie Pullman had wormed her way into his affections.

The ground cracked open between us, sending debris flying. Kael’s voice echoed through the dust. “Go, Nora! He needs you!” And then he was gone—swallowed by the smoke and fire. I found Roman near the west barricade, blood running down his temple, his shirt torn open across his chest. He was fighting barehanded against two rogues twice his size, his movements a blur of violence and precision. “Roman!” I shouted, charging forward. One of the rogues turned toward me, but Roman grabbed it by the throat and slammed it into the concrete with a sound that made my stomach twist.