Roman Too Lit Mom Novels & Stories

roman reads out and I shake my head " no it's not, I don't think that is it" he sighs. " I think its pure red, like blood red" We still scrolled more until we came across a familiar face It was a woman's face i could never forget!, Emeralds real mother, seriously how many years have she lived "This one!," i point on the page as i read out the qualities "drinks blood and eats humans to stay fresh and beautiful" "What?!" Roman, cole and james all scrrams at the same time

That’s not true! She must have been bribed by my mom! The livestream comments were already full of insults. [So we thought she was a pitiful kid, but she’s rotten to the core.] [I love seeing evil people shoot themselves in the foot. So satisfying!] [Her mom has been traumatized by her original family all these years… finally speaking out.] [I’m seriously afraid to have kids now. If I raise someone like Matilda, my life would be over.] Under pressure, I desperately connected with other relatives and friends.

"I'm here to see you, Julia. I brought you ice cream. It's strawberry flavored." He ate a mouthful. "Your mom is still in the treatment facility. She's doing fairly well. The staff there takes good care of her. She's a proud, stubborn, and pigheaded woman, but I know she truly loved you. She just… showed it in a very stupid way—so stupid that she ended up causing us to lose you." Dad lowered his head. The ice cream before the gravestone was slowly melting under the sun. I sat on top of the gravestone, looking at him. Then I reached out and tried to touch his hair. My fingers went right through, but some of his gray hairs ruffled in the breeze.

Alexander sat beside me, one arm draped casually over the seat, his jaw tight, his eyes distant as the city flashed by outside. “Well,” Mom finally said, breaking the silence, “I suppose we should unpack, burn the clothes from the party, and maybe... I don’t know... prepare for battle?” Lucien sighed. “Mom—” “Oh, don’t ‘Mom’ me, young man,” she snapped, twisting in her seat. “That witch is back, and I refuse to let her destroy my family’s peace. I should’ve thrown her into the Mediterranean when I had the chance.” I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh. “Mom, you sound like a mafia priestess.”

The car sticks out like a sore thumb in our neighborhood. We walk to the car and Roman turns it on but turns to me rather than get in. “So…” I start but drift off. Last night was so good and this morning, so crazy. Where does one start? Roman grins down at me. “So” He repeats. “Sorry about my mom and the whole pregnancy talk…” I apologize with a wince, as I remember the ordeal. Roman isn’t angry or even annoyed, he laughs, “She cares about you, that’s why.” He says, making excuses for my mom, defending her even.

"Adrian Romano. Of all people." "Mum..." I whispered. Her laugh was humorless and cold. "You don't realize his family has been at war with us for decades now, do you? His father tried to bleed us dry. His uncles put bullets in your grandfather's men. The Romano name is poison, Rue. And you—" she gestured at me wildly, "—you've been sleeping with him?" I flinched. Mum stared at me, her chest rising and falling. For the first time in years, she looked genuinely shaken. "God help me, Rue. You're in over your head."

Everything had started to signify that he was no longer with us, but I found it difficult to believe. “He will die for this,” Mom growled, her eyes flashing bright green. She cast a motherly look at Roman, running her hand over his face once more before rising to be her feet. Again, the draft of wind pushing through the heated hall blew her dress softly. With the ice in her eyes, I feared for those unfortunate to be on her bad side. Right then, I could see the valiant Luna that people had always praised, even in her absence.

Roman slid into his car, started the engine, and drove off without another look. A slight sob escaped Klara’s lips. She stood still. Alone. Broken. And utterly useless. ********** Roman walked into the quiet mansion to a silence that felt wrong. He moved upstairs with an aura that sent chills around the house. When he reached the top of the stairs, he heard the sound of a door unlock and his mother stepped into view. Her eyes were swollen and red, her collar bones more visible than he remembered. She looked lost and tired. “Hi, Mom.” He said softly.

mom snapped, fanning herself with a magazine. Explain what? I got knocked up because I’m a closet horny toad who was desperate for a wild night? Well I got a night of memories like no other that will last forever. “Gloria? I’m here, ready to go,” I heard, as my mouth hung open. Every hair on my body immediately stood on edge, and my hands were already balling into fists. I know that voice… “Rome! Oh thank god someone with sense. You have no idea what this means to me, to us both,” mom said, as she practically threw herself at him.

Roman told his mom as he joined his hands together and placed them above the table. “You look just like your dad,” Roman heard his mother say. What was she aiming at? Roman was trying really hard to control himself but she was not helping at all. “I am sure you know Victor, the friend of the late Lycan King, yes?” Roman asked. “Yes,” she answered. Thankfully she did not say anything more. “What is your relationship with Victor?” Roman asked and he saw her face fall. She scoffed bitterly. “Victor and i? Nothing. Nothing at all” she answered.