Roman Too Lit Mom Novels & Stories

dad explains to the two of us. "Yes sir," Romy answered while I pouted, I'm lost between being in a drinking haze and feeling uncomfortable since I showed Roman my vampire side. "What's the pout for?" Roman ask me after I stayed quiet for so long. "She doesn't like feeding, she never did," Mom snitch on me. "Hey," I whined, she didn't have to tell him. "She's a big baby when it comes to feeding, the only reason she fed with you is that she's hungry," mom says snitching on me yet again.

'To answer your question, I am taking you to my house', Roma said. Miranda fell quiet and they walked on in companionable silence till they got to Roma's pack house. 'No one is home?' Miranda asked as they entered. 'No', Roma answered. 'I lost my dad sometime ago and my mother is just recovering from the shock. They were so much in love. I had been scared she would do something stupid but thank the Goddess that she was wise not to attempt any such thing. She has gone to work though', she said shrugging.

“After dad died, mom got remarried. A year ago. Dante hates him. It kills mom.” “Why does he hate him?” “He loved our father deeply. After he died, Dante went through a lot. He doesn't want to replace him.” Romeo said softly. “Can you talk to him, Alessia?” I widened my eyes. “Me?” He nodded. “He might actually listen to you. He certainly doesn't listen to me or anyone.” I looked toward the study door. I was a dead woman with a fake name and a child on the way. I shouldn't be getting involved in the internal trauma of the most powerful family in Italy.

Comment sections are already a bloodbath. “Disgusting. She’s barely legal.” “Bet she spread for the money. Classic.” “Roman Vale always gets what he wants. Even if it’s his own stepkid.” I throw the phone across the bed like it burned me. It bounces, screen still glowing with fresh alerts. Another article pops up: side-by-side photos—one of me at the gala on Roman’s arm, dress askew, lipstick smeared; the other of Mom looking devastated outside his office building this morning.

why must you be so damn stubborn on every end? {{ Mom, I really don't have time to beat around the bush with this anymore so I'm just gonna rip the fkin plaster off the wound and whatever happens, okay? }} (( no, I will do it )) she swallowed hard and held onto my hand to stop her shaking but looked back at him with determination (( Raven and I went outside toge- )) [[ WHAT?! HAVE YOU LO- ]] (( SHUT THE HELL UP ROMAINE AND LISTEN FOR ONCE! MY DAYS OF SILENCE ARE OVER, BE QUIET! )) he shut right up and stared wide eyed at my mom before collecting himself but still sad nothing.

"I am absolutely fine, dear and after seeing you, I turned more fit and fine," Kaya chuckled after hearing her answer. "Okay, my ladies.. let's get inside and here's your vegetables and grocery items, mom," Leo handed the bags to his mother. "And your Kaya has picked them up, so if they came rotten this time then put the blame on her head," Kaya passed him a tiny glare which he returned by innocently smiling at her. "No, my Kaya can never be at fault, so if they come rotten, you are going to eat them, Mr Leo Cortiz….." Romana faked a scowl. Leo frowned and ended up laughing by witnessing his mother and Kaya glaring at him. Their duo was unbeatable

"Yes, Mom, it's true. Trent and I are together in a romantic relationship. We've been keeping it secret, especially from his father, because--" "Oh, I am going to absolutely murder that little snake!" Mom exploded, hands flying up in rage. "How dare he seduce and corrupt my daughter like this?! I knew those Donovan men were slimy, toxic bastards, but to go after my own baby girl?!" I flinched at her raised voice and vicious words about Trent. "Mom, no! You've got this all wrong! Trent isn't like that at all, I swear..." But she wasn't hearing any of my protests, too fired up in a furious tirade now. "That family is nothing but death and destruction! They've brought nothing but ruin to our li

“Honey, I’m not judging you for moving in with Liam, if anything, I’m glad that you have someone who can be there for you and protect you from that godforsaken Dan.” Not knowing what to say in response, I simply nodded. “And then who knows,” she shrugged. “You both might just hit off again and…” “Mom…” She shrugged again ignoring my protest, her smile becoming wider. “You know what they say, old flame burns best.” I rolled my eyes, shook my head, and resumed packing. There was no use in arguing with her. “Come in,” Mom called out as a knock came on the door. “Hello ladies,” Roberto’s head peeked in through the door, and at the sight of him, Mum began blushing.

Jim: "Mom, while that wimp is gone gallivanting drunkenly in Vegas, I want you to move my things into your room. I also expect you to serve me roman grapes and fun meals." I will explain these to you. I could not believe the control over my gorgeous wife that this cocky bastard had. 'Roman grapes' required his mother to put one knee up and fold the other leg over. Her beautiful smooth oh-so-sexy foot would be over his adoring face, the bunch of grapes held above him by her red painted toes. He could just extend his tongue to pop a ripe grape into his mouth like Caesar, or kiss the soft soles of his mother's gorgeous delicate feet.