Roman Vale Novels & Stories

It felt like one wrong move could drag everything down with me. I exhaled slowly and grabbed my phone from my bag. There was only one person I could call. Henry. If anyone would know anything about Valecourt, it would be him. The phone rang once before he picked it up. “Rowan?” His voice was clear, and steady like nothing in the world could ever shake him. I didn’t bother with greetings. “What is Valecourt?” I asked. The question came out faster than I expected. There was silence. The kind that showed he was trying to choose his next words carefully.

“Did you read this?” “Yes, my prince.” “Oh boy!” without another word, Rudieloff left the room. Oliver was very confused at the moment. Queen Eleanor tapped him on the shoulder “don’t worry. He’s not going to do anything to you. You have my word. Go home now.” Oliver was escorted outside by two guards. But everything that had just happened did not make sense. First, they wanted to ask about Vivienne. Next thing he knew he was reading an old text with a battle so uncoordinated that he could not connect the dots no matter how much he tried. Why would the queen offer him the text given the fact that now he was being looked at as a potential threat to the kingdom. But Rudieloff was visibly angry

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

“Do you want to bet? I can prepare the food that will suit your stomach. If I can, you will employ me and pay me a year's salary in advance.” Roman paused his drinking, his eyes silently staring at the girl’s exceptionally beautiful face and her glowing eyes. After a few seconds, he returned the glass of alcohol to the table and let out a sound of agreement. “En.” Thinking that Roman didn’t believe her, Valencia began to persuade, “I can prove my skills… Eh? Valencia paused and widened her eyes in bewilderment upon realizing that Roman had agreed with her. Although Valencia raised this, she didn’t expect that Roman would simply agree just like that. After all, Valencia was a stranger he was

Vinca had turned up at the Ball, her husband was blatantly showing his lingering feelings for his ex-fiancée and she still had no idea who the Mafia boss was. Luck was not on her side. Leo was already smelling fire. The lce King was not going to let some skunk outbid him, especially seeing that he was bidding for Vinca. Frost raised the bid to 50 million just to show Damont who's boss, but Damont raised it to 60 million, causing Ana's nails to dig into his thigh. They were not in a position to lose that kind of money over a stupid bid. Frost had a crooked smile. "Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?"

Being one of the originals, it was a big deal which is why she had more options than most were allowed. You’ll probably hear a lot about pure bloods through this tale. It basically means that we never mixed with mortals. Our blood is old, powerful and untainted. I really don’t get into how that’s possible. More Hail’s cup of tea as he’s the Caretaker. Boiled down this simply means Hail is my right hand, and a historian slash advisor. Roman’s my left, and Kai is kinda the legs I stand on.

The riverbank felt like the edge of the world. Rain hammered down in sheets, turning the mud beneath my boots into sludge. My chest rose and fell hard, breath sharp in my throat, claws still dripping with blood from Kael’s men. But none of that mattered, not compared to the man standing just a few feet away. Roman Vale. He hadn’t changed. Not really. Same sharp jaw, same piercing amber eyes that saw too much, same presence that made everyone else fade into the background. Except now he wore the weight of command like armor, his wolves shadowing him, their stances taut, waiting for his signal.

“You should have stayed buried.” A low chuckle answered from the darkness. “Your mistake was believing the dead always remain where they are placed.” The emergency backup lights flickered. A faint red glow filled the room. And then Ariana saw him. Roman Vale stood at the doorway dressed entirely in black, one hand holding a pistol, the other tucked inside his coat as though he had entered for conversation, not war. Tall. Controlled. His face sharper than she remembered. His eyes unreadable. But unlike Damian’s men—

“Romeo.” “Your Highness.” “There is something amiss. Find the cause.” “There are rumours but nothing, confirmed. I will look deeper.” Vlad cut the connection with Romeo knowing that if there was anything to find he would find it as he scans the battlefield and watches King Nathaniel as he makes his way through the hoard of warriors surrounding him. -------