Roman Too Lit Mother 소설 & 이야기

Roman tweak my mama's hair and violently laid her on the sofa bed. "Stop! Fuck you, Roman! Don't touch my wife, you fucking beast!" Papa's said angrily, he was struggling to get off the handcuff and the chair while shouting and cursing Roman to stop but Roman did not listen, my eyes widen when I saw that Roman stripped off the clothes that were wrapped around my mama's body while papa could do nothing but cry in agony.

Elora asked and they looked at each other before they started talking. Meanwhile, Roman was having a heated argument with his mother over what happened to Elora. It had been weeks since he took Elora to the bridge and he was getting angry because his mother found out but didn’t care about the reason he took Elora there. “What did you expect me to do huh? I should stay there and let her die?” he lashed out at his mother after she called his actions ‘extremely thoughtless and stupid.” “I mean did you miss the part where I said it was something I couldn’t control? Do you think I would carelessly do something that could get me penalized just because I wanted to?” he asked and this time he spoke

"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."

“Though perhaps that would have been more romantic. Certainly more in keeping with Romano expectations of victimhood.” “Mother,” Luca’s voice is harder now. “That’s enough.” “Is it? I’m simply pointing out facts. The Romanos have always been very good at playing victims while committing atrocities. Your father was a master at it, wasn’t he, Elena? Crying about persecution while ordering hits on rival families.” “My father had many faults,” I say, keeping my voice steady. “But he wasn’t the only one playing games in this city.” Matteo speaks up, his voice oily smooth. “Careful, niece. You’re insulting your new family.”

I looked at the car plate number in the image, and its car plate number was the same as the one in my memory. I remembered. And here I was thinking why it looked so familiar. It was Hans and his family. When I finally reached home, I didn't care about anything and quickly made my way to Hans' home. I kept on feeling that if I was a little slower, something bad was going to happen and it was not a result I could accept. And that was the truth. I kept on banging on the door with as much strength as I could muster. The sounds attracted the neighbors nearby and they all came to ask me what was happening. I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!"

The fire I'd managed to suppress for the past few days suddenly reignited in my crotch, and I felt like I had to finish what I hadn't managed to finish with her that day. "I've been feeling terrible these past few days, Mom, but Rina won't even let me touch her… I really can't take it anymore… "Do you think I'll eventually die if my condition continues worsening like this?" I asked, looking at her with an aggrieved expression.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

"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.

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After Mom died, Dad became infamous. Because Mom was the most cautious person in our pack, her sudden suicide by jumping into the silver pit had to be triggered by Dad's whispered words.

"First, let’s meet Amelia. If that fails, we’ll get someone to play your game." "No one else is doing it," she retorted. "You’re the perfect candidate. it’s not as if you’d be cheating on anyone." I remained silent, but my silence conveyed everything. My chest tightened as old wounds flared, and Mother’s expression darkened with fury. "Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that girl," she remarked, her tone laced with contempt. "Do I need to remind you of how she abandoned you when she believed you were nothing? How she shattered you?"