Romanos 12 19 Novels & Stories

He stiffened and stared at us with eyes glimmering in shock. "My bad!" I scratched my neck and stiffled a laughter. "What would you have us call you then? You never really introduced yourself since you decided the theme of our meeting was horror by attacking us with bats." Cass whistled an unfamiliar tune that sounded more like a mockery than a song. The necromancer gave a mirthless laugh before going for another swoop of his cigarette. "I'm Romulus." "Right, I'm Elena Marshall." I cocked my head.

“You can’t just decide that for me. I-I have a life…” Roman’s eyes narrowed, and for the first time, I felt the true weight of who he was. This wasn’t just my brother’s best friend. This was someone powerful, feared… I didn't know who exactly but even though I've been trying to fool myself, it was obvious now. He was a dangerous man. “You have no life outside of this now,” he said quietly. “The men who killed Viktor…they will come for you. You carry his blood. His name. If you walk away, you die.”

(In hahk kohm-pool-see-oh-neh veh-ree-tah-teess, proh-dee-tee-oh eh-oh-room kohm-preh-hen-sah. Imperate verbis, nulla optio negandi, (Eem-peh-rah-teh wehr-bees, nool-lah op-tee-oh neh-gahn-dee,) Fascinum obligans, secreta non mentientur. (fah-shee-noom oh-blee-gahns, seh-kreh-tah nohn men-tye-ehn-toor.) Manete mandato, patefacite consilium, (mah-neh-teh mahn-dah-toh, pah-teh-fah-kee-teh kohn-see-lee-oom,)

He stepped inside and shut the heavy door behind him with a quiet, terrifying click. "Are you awake, Cora?" his deep, gravelly voice rumbled in the dark. "Yes," I answered, my voice trembling slightly despite my best efforts to sound brave. "Good," he said simply. He walked slowly to the foot of the bed, a dark shadow blocking out the moonlight. I could hear the faint, expensive rustle of his clothing as he removed his suit jacket. "This is Clause Twelve," Roman stated coldly. "The execution of our agreement." I pushed myself up against the heavy silk pillows. I absolutely refused to lie flat on my back like a helpless victim.

A guard bowed in greetings as soon as I got out of the room, "Sir Roman asked for you," she said and led the way. Soon we were in one of Roman's chambers. Roman waved the guard away and he paced around the room. He was obviously pensive and angry. I waited patiently for him to spill the beans. "I am sure you know that the Bandas called for war when they killed Russo," Roman said feigning calmness. "He is a sinner, the wages of sin is death. I will kill him again and again in hell," I said with gritted teeth.

“Roman?” Reyna wasn't sure it was him but the voice was unmistakable, she wondered what he was doing there at that moment. Had he been following them? “You just don't know when to rest, do you Romero.” Jones shook his head at Roman. “It's Roman, Roman Knight.” Roman answers him, his voice holding a powerful authority. “I apologize.” Jones said, “Romanus.” He said with a mischievous smile. “I won't waste my time with you.” Roman glared at Jones, walking towards Reyna.

Ryan said interrupting. "Wait ryan, let me Answer him" by saying this Roman came in front of Paul "What do you just say? I have no right? Who the hell are you to say me this? This is my college the dean of this college is my brother. I can decide whom i want to stay here and whom i want to get out from this college. Just get out from the my school, you are not capable here. Also you don't have the status. Get out I am suspending you" roman said to Paul

(You could have chosen anyone, I'm not questioning your decision but Enzo always outsmarts him, everyone knows that much. “U nego est’ potentsial,” (He's got potential)Don Romano retorts, “On delaet vse v speshke i gneve, no s moim umerenym rukovodstvom on budet v poryadke, i my oba poluchim to, chego on khochet.” (He does things in haste and anger but with my poised guidance he'll be fine and we'll both get what he wants.)

“Is that all you’ve got?” “Stay—” PUNCH. “Away—” PUNCH. “From—” PUNCH. “My—” PUNCH. “Pet.” “She was never yours to begin with Vaffanculo!,” Romano spits, though his voice is broken, his face already a ruined mess beneath Rafaele’s fists.

Standing in front of it was Roman. His long, brown hair fell past his shoulders and he wore a black suit. He had a large, signet ring with the letter E engraved on it in gold. His back was turned to her. “You’re running,” he said, and his voice echoed off the chapel walls as he spoke. Nora shivered, strangely cold even though she wasn’t sure that what was happening was real or inside her head. “How can I be running when I don’t even know what I’m running from?”