Roman Too Lit Mother 소설 & 이야기

“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

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.

The face beneath was drenched in blood, completely unrecognizable, while the chest cavity lay wide open with two bold letters, PF, carved into the heart. My mind went completely blank. I had braced myself for this, but the anger still hit me like a wave. I rushed forward and slapped Eugene across the face twice. "You animal! Do you even realize that's your mother?" He slapped me twice without hesitation. His eyes were bloodshot with rage. "Lorraine! I'm trying to help you, and you dare curse my mother here? "Your mom was the one in poor health. She died from something so minor, and she even scared Peggy. My mother is in Ousbornia right now. Keep talking nonsense, and I'll divorce you!"

"Look at the son you've raised! He's a murderer! If I'd known, I never would've married you!" All Dad could feel in that moment was the scorn of everyone around him, so he pushed all the blame onto Mom. Mom lowered her head to look at my portrait and whispered, "Frank, our entire family has wronged you. Wait for us. We must atone for our sins." Upon hearing this, I felt a sense of foreboding. Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, Mom raised my heavy urn and smashed it with all her force onto Dad's and Andrew's heads.

Or a reminder that even in rebirth, darkness still watched. “Let it come,” she whispered under her breath. “We’ve already been baptized worse.” The graveyard behind the citadel was quiet that night. The marble stones gleamed under a silver moon, the air cool and still. Bianca stood alone before a simple headstone one that bore no title, no crest. Just a name. Isabella Romano. Her mother. The woman who had taught her survival before love, and vengeance before peace. Bianca knelt, setting a single lily on the grave.

“Please, Miss Felicia…” Rose whispered. “My son did nothing wrong. I'm telling you the truth.” For a moment, something moved in Felicia’s eyes. Rose couldn't tell what it was. Part pity, part doubt. “Please, leave now,” Miss Felicia said. Her voice sounded final. Rose fell to her knees. “Please, I'm a single mother. He's all that I have,” she cried. Rose’s words shook her, her heart melted as she turned to Rose. She could feel her pain.

"President Hayden, I'm sorry. I couldn't keep her away from harm when your brain refused to recognise her. I wanted to bring her to you, but after what Mrs Leah did to her, I can't afford to see her go through that inhumane treatment anymore. Your Mom threatened me. I'm sorry I didn't meet up to your expectations. Please forgive me" Romeo apologised. Louis nodded. He believed Romeo's words. In his thirty years of existence, he'd never known his mother like this. She was pure like a diamond in her love for him. But when she became a beast, he cannot tell. Pamela is a toxic woman is all she was chanting back then. She said he can't be with her because her personalities were different.

For several seconds he didn’t answer. Then surprisingly— “My mother.” The response caught me completely off guard because Romano almost never spoke about himself, especially not his family. I stayed quiet. Giving him room to continue then it began to drizzle. For a while I wasn’t sure he would. Then finally he spoke again. “She believed people were worth trusting.” Something bitter crossed his expression. “It got her killed.” I froze. Romano leaned back in his chair. The moonlight highlighted the hard lines of his face. “When I was younger, she used to tell me strength wasn’t measured by fear.”

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.

Leah said, lowering her gaze, shoulders slumped like a wilted flower. My lips formed an O at her weak performance. At this point, she shouldn't just model but pursue acting. What a pathetic slut. “Don’t defend him, Leah,” Mr. Romano said calmly as he lifted her hand into his before shifting his gaze back to Adrian. “You should consider what your mother would think and—” “Maybe you should have considered that before letting her get killed.” His words detonated like a bomb, curling my toes. His mother was fucking killed?