Roman Too Lit Mother Novels & Stories

" She closed the door. — A block from Arabella's office, Roman sat motionless in his car. He gazed at the building as if it would disappear. His knuckles were pale as he clenched his hands around the steering wheel. He had trouble breathing. His daughter was born. A kid who resembled him exactly. And the woman he remembered was not at all like Arabella—God. She had lost her softness. She was made of steel ,Accuracy and Ice. He detested the fact that he still desired her. Roman reached for his phone and pressed the dial button. He yelled into the receiver, "Get me, Jonathan." "Lawyer in the family."

I muttered. Mother gasped dramatically. “You see what I mean?” she complained to Bella. “This man has no romance in his body.” Bella tried hard not to laugh again. I shook my head slowly. Sometimes I wondered how someone like Isabella Romano became my mother.

He pulled out a small, weathered photograph and held it out to me with trembling hands. I took it reluctantly, my fingers brushing against his for the briefest of moments before I looked down at the image. My breath caught in my throat. The woman in the photograph stared back at me, her face eerily familiar. Her blonde hair framed her face in soft waves, her piercing green eyes identical to my own. It was my face except that I had never taken a picture like this. The resemblance was uncanny. “That’s Katarina,” Romano said, his voice thick with emotion. “Your mother. She was everything to me.”

"That was the Matriarch. She looked after Matthew and me when our parents were dealing with the council. She would have loved you, Willow. She always said I needed a mate who wouldn't be afraid to bite back." "I wish I could have met her." "She would have been proud of my choice," he said firmly. She saw photos of Matthew’s parents—a beautiful couple who had died too young—but as she turned the pages, she realized something. There wasn't a single image of Roman's father. The absence was a loud, echoing void in the book. Roman didn't offer an explanation, and Willow didn't push. Instead, they spent the afternoon in the simpler parts of life. They played games of strategy by the fire—which he

Sera’s POV His mother was nothing like I imagined. Not the rude, foreboding woman my mind had painted despite being Judas Romanovski’s mother. Instead, she was a beam of light in this damn family of brooding men. It almost felt normal. Almost. “Sit, dear,” Rara said softly offering a warm smile. It was hard to believe that someone like her could exist in a family like this. I never judge a book by its cover, but the freaking Romanovski name screamed violence and nothing else.

He leaned in closer, his breathing turning ragged as the mention of the past began to stir his own deep-seated malice. "Why should you get to play the happy husband while the ghosts of our family rot? Let us talk about our mother, Roman. Let us talk about that final night, the night you ended her life. You stood there and you made your choice. You chose Kim over her. You let our mother die so your precious little girl could keep drawing breath." "You know nothing about what happened that night, and you know even less about what I had to endure," Roman retorted, his jaw clenching so tightly that the muscles in his face turned rigid.

Her hair was messy and freckled. It was hard to believe that the person in front of him was his beautiful mother. “Madre,” Luciano hugged her tightly. On his way home, he was so angry that he did not drive to meet his father first. They would have fought over this issue like children. For peace to reign, he had to cool off. “Amor,” Mrs. Julio tightened his hands on his back. She knew that Rosa told him about everything. “I am fine.” “You don’t look fine,” Luciano broke from the hug. He took a step back and stared at his mother. She looked terrible…worse than a dead fish. “No, you don’t deserve to go through this pain.”

“I don't care what you did to Roman in the past but right now I'm telling you, I will never let you control or ruin my life in the same way.” I say in a level-headed tone. “You don't know what you're talking about. And I suggest you make findings before jumping to unnecessary conclusions.” Roman's mother says standing up from her position on the chair, glaring at me. “I may not know the whole story, but I know enough to confidently say that you are an evil person who doesn't deserve Roman as a son.” I say angrily.

I clenched my fists and uttered through clenched jaws. Now that I had figured it out, she stopped pretending entirely. "Didn't you say you're tough enough to move out? Let's see how you'll do that after you lose your job. I'm your mother. As long as I'm alive, you'll have to listen to what I say." I was in complete despair. The woman standing in front of me looked more terrifying than an actual monster. Was I really her daughter? Why did she seem happier the more miserable I became?

The brother of her mon warned the woman. "Che Cosa? Sto dicendo la verità. Sua Madre Siamo una Troia (What? I'm telling the truth. Her mother is a slut!)" With that Roseanna drag her out of the room the others didn't get to follow them because her grandmother stopped them.