Roman Triangle Novels & Stories

The wounds, that was from yesterday. "Did you show this to your father?" "Yes" "Why haven't you healed yet?" "I'm on punishment. Father wants the wound marks on me since I failed him again. Again Raven has shamed me" Last night, he had been brought home with his shirt dripping so much blood. Raven had cut deep when writing on his back. Carly quickly told their father everything in a rush. Mr Tartal grabbed his shirt and ripped it apart observing the writings. It was in Latin. He knew Latin. He frowned and fell with his back

My fingers itched to hold him. Three narrow towers surrounded the castle, making a diamond shape. They were connected by huge walls made of silver-looking stone, simple round windows scattered thinly around the walls in perfect symmetry. Across the white-stone bridge stood a massive drawbridge connected to the only in and out. I felt the urge to cross right then, as if someone was calling out to me. Arias. I just knew he needed me. He was calling out to me. I could feel myself moving when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see James smiling behind me with a worried expression.

Something felt off so I counted the digits of his phone number only to discover one digit had been torn out along with the rest that had been torn out. "No," I muttered, getting up from the bench and heading back "this can't be happening". I ran inside and gave the letter to my brother. He teased me as he read and when he was close to the end, he looked up "one digit is missing" "That's the problem" I said, sitting on my bed weakly. He looked at it again "Thankfully, it's just one digit. It saves you the math of permutation and combinations" "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about!"

“A red tattoo depicting a wolf, an axe and a sword?” Roman looked at her, furrowing his brows. “Yes. How did you know that?” “That’s because I’ve seen him before.”

Roman asks in a serious tone. "Do you want to get back with Trisha?" I throw his question back at him. "Nah. She doesn't react the way you do when I mess with her." Roman says with a self-assured smirk. "So you are indeed joking." I say, sighing in relief. "No, I'm not." Roman says with a poker face. "Roman! Stop talking in circles!" I say while stomping my feet on the ground not concerned at the moment if I look like a toddler.

I had mastered the art and craft of failing in everything I do. I walked into the library, my body soaked head to toe, water dripping all over the floors of the library, my brown hair looking wet and not organized, I could see him sitting in a corner. When Lucas had described him, he had done him a great injustice, he was way better looking than the mental picture I had of him, he had all black hair, a tattoo-covered body, he wore black short sleeves with black jeans and black boots. He looked like the human version of a perfectly cut handsome robot, his brows were properly arched and his eyes were coffee brown, his hair was curly and his shoulder was broad, as he stood up and approached me,

My heart slams against my chest. I quickly dress up and head to the living room. Roman is smoking cigarette, sitting on the couch staring at the corpse of Oscar lying in a pool of blood. Roman lights up the cigarette. "Take the body to the basement!" 💀💀💀☠️☠️

He says, making my hair stand on ends. Can Roman really be that diabolical?. ###############$$

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I was just standing there still, staring at Jonathan, feeling so helpless. When James returned, he began typing his limbs. Jonathan was shrieking in pain, and I couldn't help him. I had never felt so vulnerable in my life. I cried silently as my lips quivered. "Bring him into this circle, and then I'll begin the process, and Jonathan should not leave this circle during the whole process." We nodded in agreement as Nora instructed us. James hauled him into the circle and forced him to sit in the centre, and Nora began chanting a mantra.