Romans & histoires Roman Too Lit Mom

“You’re a coward, Roman. You’re helping the people who may have killed our mother. Does that mean nothing to you?” Roman’s laughter was sharp and bitter, echoing off the cold walls. “You’ve been talking to our dear father, haven’t you?” he said, shaking his head. “Let me guess—he told you some sob story about how the Shadow killed her? About how he’s been mourning her loss for years?” I stiffened, my heart pounding as the memory of my father’s words resurfaced. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice trembling. Roman crouched down again, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. “It’s bullshit, Evelyn. The Shadow didn’t kill our mother.” He leaned in closer, his next words a harsh whisper that cut st

Her face was lined with age but her eyes were sharp. Beside her was my stepmother. Perfectly coiffed hair. Expensive dress. A smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Alpha Thornwood!" My stepmother rushed forward, her voice dripping with false warmth. "What an honor to have you in our humble home. We are so thrilled about this union between our families. Truly, Juliette is so fortunate to have caught your attention—" "Fortunate." Lucian repeated the word like it tasted bad. "Yes! So fortunate. And might I say, you look even more handsome in person than the rumors suggested. Juliette is a very lucky girl—"

I confessed, turning to face him. “Yeah, I hoped I was.” “You were.” “I know them, though—in a way that Ana and Jackson don’t.” “No, I understand,” I said. “They have an idea of what they’re like, but one look from my mother can turn anyone into a mouse.” “Yeah, she can be a cold bitch,” he said, making me gasp in shock before we both burst into laughter. Roman had changed too. While he had never lacked confidence, he now seemed freer, more at ease.

"I know. I know you don't want to be with them. But I want to ask you, Romana. Is that what your Mommy wants too?" Romana was suddenly speechless. She remembered her mother frequently saying that she wanted to see her Daddy and her brother even at the last moment, but she persisted until she lost her breath. Romana let out a heavy sigh. She tossed the cigarette stick she was holding hence crushed it with her shoe then she glared at Vincent. "You're just making my temper worse," she said irritably as she tugged the collar of his t-shirt. Vincent smirked, "Punish me then."

' he said to himself. "Who is this colourful lady and how dare she glare at my son? " Ritha and Justus glare took a three sixty degree turn and directed towards a woman's voice. Before anyone could say anything Justus replied , "aunt Octavia she is my mother like you are Romeo's mother. Now she will clean my wounds ." Rithambara's heart swelled with love for this boy. She vowed to never let this boy feel void of mother's love. Her reverie was broken by a very annoying laugh . Octavia said, "your mother! Nobody can be your mother . Your mother is dea.. "

Roman says to her, slowly and quietly, it's a threat surrounded by his false calm, that attitude that should worry everyone. "You ruined everything" her eyes continue to glow in sorrow as she turns to me "Everything I fought for destroyed by some woman" "Some woman is your..." Esmeralda starts to say about to get up and attack her, but Chris holds her back and controls her in place. "Control your daughter" Roman tells her mother, it is his last polite warning "I am very serious about putting your name in the mud, and you know I am fully capable of it" The older woman visibly swallows her dry, looking at her daughter with a pleading expression.

Roman only nodded. "Daddy, what is bitch?" This was Christopher. Roman's eyes widened. "Where did you get that from, Christopher?" A disapproving frown was now on Romab's face. Christopher giggled and pointed at his mother. "Mummy called aunty Rose a bitch." Roman shot a glare at Eva. He gentle moved the twins and angrily charged at Eva. Saying such a word in front of five year olds protrayed how incompetent she is as a mother. The kids were doing just fine in his custody and he wasn't going to let her take them.

I said, and Roman offered his hand for a handshake, which they both accepted. “It’s nice to meet you, sir, ma’am. I’m Roman Lawrence.” Roman said, and Mom smiled sweetly. “And are you my daughter’s new boyfriend?” she asked with a naughty grin, and dad just shook his head, letting out a light chuckle. “Mother!” I exclaimed, turning to Roman with an apologetic gaze. Well, that’s my mother alright, never misses any opportunity to tease me. “What? He’s quite a charmer, isn’t he Holden?” Mother asked, her gaze glued to Roman who didn’t seem offended by her questions.

Roman denied. "Yes, I am." "No, you're—" "It's nice to meet you, Laura," I cut in, biting back a laugh. Roman glared at her. "You're pretty," she giggled. "Oh, thank you. You're pretty, too." She reached up and touched my hair. "I like your hair." Roman yanked her hand back immediately. "Don't touch my mommy's hair." "Why?" "Because she is my mommy." "But I told you you can share my daddy with me," she pouted.

"Oh but I like her.." "mum....?" "what? Are you not seeing this beauty? Just take a look at her eyes, her nose, her color, her height, her manners , my goodness! Sweetheart you're beautiful!" "Thank you ma'am" Roma replied again, smiling. " I was really worried about you taking a fancy to Caucasian women but, alas, here you are nwa m" Chad rolled his eyes "mother...?" "Hush hush.." she cut in, not minding his stern looks.