Roman Too Lit Mom Novels & Stories

“Your mother was a curse to Roman. Almost destroyed him. Her product will be just as poisonous as she was.” The words land like a punch to the chest. But I’m not just going to stand here and let her disrespect my mother and walk away. “My mother was a good woman.” Aunt Martha lets out a dry laugh. “Was she? That woman burned everyone around her—including Roman.” “They loved each other,” I defended, because I knew Roman and my mom had loved each other. Not once had I ever heard them raise their voices at each other. “You’re so naïve. He hated her.”

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

His lips felt hot against her skin, a painful contrast to the frost in his eyes. "Pleased to meet you, Mommy," Xavier whispered, emphasizing the word with deep mockery. As he pulled back, he leaned slightly toward her, close enough for his sharp, masculine scent to overwhelm her senses. "You look very expensive tonight, Elara. How much did my father pay to make you kneel at his feet?" Elara’s blood ran cold. "Xavier, how is this possible?" she whispered, barely audible. "Nothing is impossible, Mom. We’ve been reunited, haven't we? You walked right into your own hell," he hissed intimidatingly.

I would rather die than be anything like Kane. " Honestly, Roman has gone through a lot in his lifetime. His mom abandoned him when he was just a toddler and his dad was a strict disciplinarian so he was often abased. He grew up in abscence of love and just when he finally got the love he always desired. I betrayed him" He confess with a sorry expression Hearing it now my life really has been a stream off disappointing events. I look at Rose she has this sad expression on her face, like she actually feels bad for me.

"Looking all lovey-dovey." "Don't you two have studying to do?" "It's summer." Giulia waved off the suggestion. "And this is much more interesting. Uncle Matteo, the Ghost, all soft and romantic." "We didn't think it was possible," Marco chimed in. "Thought you were made of ice." "I'm going to be made of anger if you don't—" "Matteo." The voice cut through my annoyance like a blade. I turned to find Mrs. Clementine Romano, Vincenzo's mother.

"You ungrateful little monster! You're a curse on this family! How did the Sutherlands ever raise someone like you? "Your mother has sacrificed everything for you! Are you trying to destroy us all before you're satisfied?" I looked at her face, twisted and red with fury, and felt nothing but cold. So this was how they saw it. Mom had been stealing Dad's money to bankroll their entire family, and in their eyes, she was the one making sacrifices. While their curses chased me down the road, I got into the Porsche that had always been mine, turned the engine over, and drove away without looking back.

I nearly choked on my water. My mom kept chatting, oblivious, but Roman’s fingers slid a little higher under the table slow, teasing strokes that made it hard to breathe. My legs trembled. "You okay?" his dad asked. "She’s fine," Roman answered before I could. His voice was low. Possessive. His fingers grazed the crease of my inner thigh. I squeezed them shut instinctively. He leaned over again. "Open them." I glared at him. He smirked. "Anyway," my mom said brightly, buttering toast, "we missed you both so much. The honeymoon was amazing."

“Yup.” Rhett nodded too. “Total accident.” Mom sighed again, pinching the bridge of her nose. Roman looked at her, smirking a little. “They get this from you.” Mom gasped. “Excuse me? They got it from you. You are the troublemaker here.” Roman chuckled. “You are a little troublemaker yourself.” “I am not!” Kai, still typing on his laptop, snorted. “That’s a lie.” Mom glared at him.

she whined, pushing the rag to the floor. "Kathrina?!" I stuck out my tongue and giggled. "You're crazy and egregious." "That's more better than a badmouther bitch like you." "You know I'm right." She rolled her eyes and stood up, folding her arms. "Rylan is a monster and maybe his mom is a pretentious fairy." I opened my mouth to reprimand her for saying thar when her mother emerged and smacked her butt. "Ouch!" Lita shrieked, forcing me to burst out laughing.

“Where is Beau?” I wondered before Carmen burst out laughing. “He’s with the devil. Dad said he’s going to force him to find someone else.” “That’s not funny. That’s really sad.” I sighed at the thought of poor Beau being alone with Matteo. “It’s not like I don’t agree.” My mom muttered. “She’s pretty, but what does she have to offer? She got disowned, and she tried to kill you and Siena—“ “Yes and she apologized, and I don’t really appreciate your words, Lita.” I snapped. Just in that split second, the fun thought of having a mom had completely vanished. “It’s the same words the Lamberti’s used to describe me when I got pregnant.”