Roman Too Lit Mom Novels & Stories

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.

Everything is so minimalist yet elegant; whoever picked this must have great taste. "Tesoro mio, sei a casa!" A shrill voice drifts our way. I turn to face a middle-aged woman who looks like the female version of Dante. Her black hair is styled in a short wolf cut that gives her a chic look, and I recognize her immediately as Florence Romano, Dante's mother. She spreads out her hands, a radiant smile on her face as she beams up at him.

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.

How could they do this to my mom? “ This kid needs a belt.” “My name is Rome and my mother is Serene. I am here to see my grandfather. Take me to him now.”

“Sure. As long as you pay the bill, you can eat whatever you want.” Amelia dug her nails into my arm, and her face was filled with fury. “Jonathan, have you lost your conscience?” I smirked and pried her hand off. “I think you’re one who’s lost yours!” “Your mom only gave me 1,000 dollars for the banquet, yet she told everyone it was 100,000 dollars. “Why should I pay out of pocket just to protect your family’s dignity?” When Emerald saw me blurting out everything, she panicked and shouted at me, “What nonsense are you spouting, you jerk?! I really did give you 100,000 dollars. Don’t even think about denying it!”

] [Man's addicted to lowballing people. I faked devastation, rushed over, and closed the folder. "Dad... can we not talk about this right now? I'm leaving for school soon. We won't get many more chances to be together, just the three of us. Mom cooked a whole table of your favorites by hand. She pricked her fingers doing it. Mom does so much for this family, I just..." His eyes went wide. Mom was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family, trained in dance. She kept our home spotless and kept herself beautiful, a living statue you'd find in a Paris gallery.

I didn't need anyone to tell me who this was, Alara Winters, Roman’s mother. And the other lady who wanted to bite my head off was Helen Winters, his sister, and what we know as a spoilt nepo baby. Alara walked closer to her son, looking him in the eye, she was trying to see if it was a joke of his or if he was being sincere. “You have to be kidding me, you can't marry her, then what would happen to Lily?” Roman had a smile on his face, slowly turning to look at his mother with one of the nastiest looks I have seen someone have in his life.