Romancing The Beat Novels & Stories

POV: Ryuu My eyes stayed locked on Beatrice as she moved through the room, her presence commanding attention in a way that felt almost defiant. She carried herself with a confidence that was equal parts captivating and infuriating, her chin held high, her gaze steady, and her lips curved into a smile that hinted at secrets only she knew. Watching her maneuver through a room full of Morunagas—each more venomous than the last—was like watching someone walk a tightrope over a pit of snakes. And she made it look effortless.

Even if I am not so excited to dress up in these outfits, I will never get tired of studying the different outfits. The music shifts to a slow bass rhythm. I smile. This music I have become heavily addicted to. Their lyrics are about the total and all-consuming love and death as a redemption from the pain and I find it strangely romantic. And the rhythm even makes me feel sexy and naughty. "It's the new one with Zeromancer !" Sascha gets up and leads Oliver to the floor. "Come on, Little Red Riding Hood, let's get this place rocking". Mark laughs, dragging me after him.

Girls in bikinis running around,some people playing at the ocean tide,some lovers acting all romantic and showing affection,kids building sand houses. "Awwnn...look at that....so sexy"says Nina whose attention is solely fixed on lovers showing affection and acting romantic toward each other. "Look at what?"Says Jane who was trying to figure out what it was that was making her friend trip. "The lovers ofcourse...just look at the romantic scene"she says blushing "Stop looking at them like that before they see you which will in turn make them uncomfortable". "I don't care"says Nina,a beautiful young lady in her late 20s,long hair,body shape like an hour glass,slim and fair in complexion.

Until Sho smiled at her as he continued to chant along with the others. They all went for a silence after reaching the number of chant repetition. A group of ladies lead a new slogan chant. "We're not damsels in distress! DEMOISELLE!" Aurelie's attention was immediately caught again and watched them. "Heartbeat never lies! THROBMAKER!" The male group in red attires said. "Mischievously creative! XENTRICS!" Aurelie looked at the male group that wore orange and green attires. "No one can stop us! RENEGADES!" The loudest male group in grey and black attires said.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."