Romanos 12 19 Novels & Stories

Edward asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Marcus' eyes locked onto Edward’s, his gaze intense. "Then we make sure he has no choice but to accept our version of the truth." Some days until the Romano Empire event, one of the most important and distinguished events of the city, hosted by Romano’s , is fast approaching. In a lavishly decorated mansion of the Romano mansion, Alexander Romano paced the length of his study. Lucas and Victoria stood before him, their expressions a mix of pride and concern.

It was going to drive him insane. Roman was raging with anger and wanted to throw more blows at the helpless man. He rushed in deep breath as he tried to get away from the police that held him down so he wouldn't be able to hit Mark Bruce again. Since Roman couldn't hit him anymore, he vowed to Mark Bruce who already had a black eye and was bleeding from his nose. His cheek was swolled too. "If anything happens to her," Roman pointed at Rose who was lying unconscious on the marble tiled floor. "If anything dares happen to her," he repeated, "I promise with my love for her that you will regret this."

We were just planning to invade Ramos's location after they sent the map and this happened. A fit of rage coursed through my veins. Looking up at Romano, I hardened my jaw and demanded. "How did this happen?" Romano began to narrate. "Ramos sent their corpses with a bloodied note. On that note, he revealed that he has known for a while now that Adriano and Adriana are your spies. He said — he was thinking of using them to his advantage by bringing you to your downfall. But then again, he wanted to pass a warning for the stunt you pulled at the restaurant. Since you made him bleed, he made two of your acquaintances dead."

As he upped his game, making little sounds escape Rose’s mouth, while her eyes all but rolled to the back of her head in pleasure, he was frustrated to hear Stefan talk some more. When was the man going to leave? “You’ve never locked the door before,” Stefan answered, still refusing to back down, it would seem. True to himself, Roman answered the man succinctly, “Carpe diem.” That naturally did the trick. Indeed, whenever Roman used Latin expressions, or reverted back to Italian, his men knew not to argue. It wasn’t long before his sweet little butterfly got off her high, and began to spasm around him, milking him dry. A grunt of utter relief left him as he hit home one last time, and Rose o

Roman considered: Ro, Re, Ra . The pain came so pure and sudden that Roman was instantly staggered. Flashes of lightning shot through his head, cutting his mind like bright knives. Startled he groaned and suddenly he felt sick, but the pain he felt was not his own. What he received was another person's final inner outcry. It was horrible. With a dry throat, Roman dragged himself to the little bench opposite the door and dropped onto it. He sat there with his hands pressed onto the metal browband on his forehead, listening, trembling, to the horribly distorted voice that echoed in his head. She sounded infinitely desperate, exhausted and discouraged, worse than he could have felt himself in t

Naples Port A ship docked under moonlight, bearing a symbol long thought extinct—an ouroboros wrapped in thorns. From it stepped a man with eyes like steel and a heart colder than any Moretti or Romano. He opened a letter sealed with wax. The message inside was brief. The Romanos live. Moretti wavers. It’s time. He folded the letter. And smiled. Vatican Archives – Hidden Wing Deep beneath the Vatican, past stone and secrets, a shadow moved through the forbidden archives. Gloved hands lifted a scroll no one had dared touch in decades. The title read: Trial of the Twelve: The Fall of the First Council.

you are just a child! The response to that was so shocking that I nearly fell off: ‘You don’t need numbers when you have the courage to confront your enemy. I will take care of them right here and now! Well, it takes a lot for me to lose my temper, but after this mess, I’ve reached my boiling point. I AM SUBARU, THE BLADE OF OSAKA! AND I AM GOING TO UNLEASH MY RAGE AND KILL THEM ALL... AND LIVE UPTO MY NAME!’

Everyone was talking about the mission they went on last night when the better part of the world was asleep. Before I could say anything else, there was a knock on the door. Romano entered, sparing me a glance before looking at Lorenzo. “All twelve went down, boss. No survivors.” Lorenzo smirked. “Good.” Romano looked like he wanted to discuss more but glanced at me again and thought better of it. “I’ll go check on Lucia.” He was gone after that, leaving Lorenzo and me alone once again. I shook my head. “You’re too calm for someone who burned half the city last night.”

Chapter 3️⃣9️⃣ ❤️ Two Targets (2) ❤️ Hospital: Romulus stares at his daughter once more. "I have tried to convince you that what you are about to do won't end up in your favor, you are getting obsessed over them which shouldn't be so. And about that girl please just stay away from her. I will be home waiting for you after you are discharged." That was Romulus' last parting words before he left the ward she was in.

Romans — his name scrawled on the board in sharp, masculine strokes — was going to be a fucking problem. The best, wettest, most dangerous kind of problem.