Romano X Novels & Stories

“Never in your wildest dreams. I will hunt you, Romano and when I do, I'll have you begging for your dear fucking life. There is no place in the corner of this earth where you’ll be safe from me.” “It’s a shame. But you won’t be able to find me.” Romano states proudly. I glance over to Miko and he nods, writing something down on a sheet of paper. Holding it up, it reads. “Found him. He’s overseas, North America. Costa Rica, to be exact.’ I hold in my grin, not wanting to give anything away. “I’d consider your days numbered, Romano. You better pray to whatever deity you know.” An evil grin spreads across his face, the expression of a psychopath. “I would love to see you try, Moretti.”

Pavan mirrored his excitement but soon added a note of caution. “If Kuro were up against anyone else, I’d bet on him to win without a doubt,” Pavan said thoughtfully, “but Roman is from Xeria. Those guys…they give me the creeps.” Danial looked at him, curious. “Why do you say that? What’s the big deal with Xeria?”

Even from that close angle, he was breathtaking with his blonde hair and baby blue eyes. “But Mr. Romano, your handkerchief. It’s dirty now” she gasped. “It’s going to be my favorite handkerchief now that it has something related to you on it. There’s no need for formalities, call me Ronald” he said. Carmen gasped again. There wasn’t a hint on his face that he was joking, he looked extremely serious. Suddenly, his mouth opened and he closed his eyes tightly. “I’m so sorry, it absolutely sounded so creepy that your blood is now on it and me saying it will be my favorite”he said, looking like he wanted to slap himself but refrained from doing so.

Angel said and rolled her eyes “What's your name?” I asked “Why would I tell you, maybe your one of those guys who kidnap me,” She said “You know uno don't talk to her because I'm getting pissed at her” Angel said and left us “I'm not one of those guys I got kidnap here 3years ago and I'm Rhythm but you can call me uno” “Uno huh because you're the one who got here first?, btw I'm klea” she said Oh,she guesses easily when the uno came from interesting.

Nothing suspicious here. "So, on this vacation, there was your self, your husband and Luca...." he said to me. "Luca Romano," he finished. "Correct." "And my cousin," I added knowing that he was probably already onto Max. "I'm going to need to get your cousin's name," he replied lifting up his pen. "Maximus Megestanis. Goes by Max." "And Luca. Does the name Romano D'Meretchi mean anything to you?" "...um...is he a pop star?"

I went out to wait in my car. Axel Starvo. Romano's eldest son. The next heir to the throne. Spontaneous, predictable, and a womanizer. He often gets into trouble and lets others beat him. He never fought back. For him, nothing will be solved through violence. Don't get me wrong. He is perfectly capable of defending himself. We trained together. He even knows how to hold a gun, a sharpshooter like his dad, but he refuses to use one. It all started when his mom was killed. Someone broke into their house. Romano fought back, which led to his wife's death.

I stared back plainly and so did he. 'Hayden Octavius Martinez. Chief Detective of the New York Police Department.' 'Reina Clementine Romano. CEO of the Romano's ' I said while shaking his outstretched hand. He then swung a chair and placed it on the only spare side between me and Narcissus and then also began eating the food on my plates. None of them had manners. Tell me why I am not surprised at all? I got up and left the table but heard footsteps follow behind.

The throbbing in my head fades as I realize I’m face to face with my captor. Another man walks around me, a spiked whip in one hand, the other gloved and clenched into a fist. He stops beside the table, dressed in black combat boots, cargo pants, and a tank top. His thick beard frames a hardened face, bright green eyes boring into me. I turn back to the dark green eyes. He moves behind the camera, arms locked behind him, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. “Hello, Subject X,” he speaks lowly, his tone tinged with anticipation. “My name is Roman. I represent the CRPS, an organization within the Mustafin community concerned with... criminals of the law.”

Time collapsed, and suddenly I was seventeen again, armed with nothing but anger and fear. Back then, Roman was just as notorious as Jaxx. If Jaxx was the undisputed king of chaos… the boy who broke windows, skipped school for days, and left a trail of broken hearts and bruised jaws in his wake. Roman was the quiet, calculating shadow right beside him. He was no better than Jaxx, really.

she said as they both started walking towards Isabella’s car. Marco watched as they both entered into a black SUV and drove off. He was distressed again but had to hold himself together. He should’ve come out of his car and spoken to Isabella, he kept thinking to himself. He was deep in thought but when he saw Lita Romano, Vittorio Morreti’s estranged lover, who owned The Fezalaro Club, he clicked back to reality. “I could get some answers from her,” he thought and highlighted the vehicle.