Roman Too Lit Mom Novels & Stories

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.

“Someone’s at the door, Tommaso.” Tommaso left without a word. “That Sera grew into such a nice young woman.” Mom sat back down. “And even Killian Ricci, so thoughtful helping you out.” She glanced at the empty bar. “And, of course, Tommaso. I don’t know how we’re ever going to repay them.” I didn’t know either, but I doubted it’d be at all nice. Mom looked at me and welled up yet again. “What’s wrong?” I tried to infuse a little emotion into my voice to sound a little less exhausted and demoralized.

My chest felt tight but I didn’t want to show it. "Mother died" I said slowly "He needed a new family to help him forget about the past. And I guess he forgot about me too." I expected him to say something soft. Something like I’m sorry or That must’ve been hard or whatever people usually said when you mentioned dead moms and distant dads. But Roman didn’t say anything like that. He just nodded. Like he heard me. Really heard me. But wasn’t going to treat me like I was broken glass. And weirdly I kind of liked that.

It took a few minutes for Roman to respond to her texts. Roman: I'm glad that you like everything. Was a little nervous about the underwear though. You don't think it was a bit inappropriate? Angelica: No. I love them. Come to my room. I want kisses 💋 Roman: Can't. Mom made me go with dad to Home Depot. Angelica: Awww. Kiss me when you get back? Roman: Yes, baby girl

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’ve begged you to stop it, but you won’t.” “That’s because I can’t,” she said quietly. “Things are not as easy as you think they are Bella.” “Then explain it to me,” I said. “I’m sure I can understand.” My mom said nothing. I shook my head and laughed, bitter. “Okay, fine. At least tell me what Dad did to this Romano guy. Who is he?” My mother paused for a moment then she spoke. “I can’t do that either.” I stared at her, my blood boiling. “Very well. Then we have nothing to talk about. You can close the door on your way out.”

Morgan "Say that again." "Which part," Roman said, not looking up from the map. "The part where your sister might be a spy, or the part where I'm starting to think everyone in your family has a secret double life." "Don't start." "I'm just saying, if it turns out your mom's secretly running an arms deal, I want credit for calling it first." "My mom sells scented candles at the farmer's market, Roman." "That's exactly what a secret arms dealer would want me to think."

To be fair, he was my Beta, and this was technically his job. “Roman,” I said by way of greeting. He nodded once. “Alpha.” “Mom just left. You have no idea how lucky you are to only have to deal with the political headaches and not the motherly ones.” I said, looking at him. Roman raised a brow. “Yeah well, Mom’s dead. But do you know my mother once threw a shoe at me for dating a witch.” “…Okay, that's fair. You dated a witch.” I said, shaking my head at him.