Romans Are Scared Of Percy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Why are you so afraid to talk to me?” Romy’s eyes held a hint of fear before she masked it and narrowed her eyes at me. “I told you. We got what we needed from you; now we want nothing to do with you.” She tried to walk past me, but I snaked my arm around her waist. “The scent of your arousal and the fast beating of your heart are painting a very different picture, firecracker.” “You’re insane. Get out of my apartment.” She said, and she turned her back to me to go into the bedroom. I followed her as she dropped her towel, and Zeb growled again. He wants me to take her. He’s desperate for her.

“But I will not let Rue sleep with me because she feels sorry for me.” My fingers tightened at my sides. “Percy, I didn’t say that.” “You didn’t need to,” he said, finally looking at me. “I know you. If you think I’m in danger, you’ll blame yourself. I don’t want pity. I don’t want you to choose because you’re afraid I’ll lose control.” The doctor looked between us and sighed. “Alpha Percy, forcing distance may make the reaction worse if your wolf keeps fighting the bond.” “Then give me something stronger,” Percy said. “I’ll handle the rest.” He looked stubborn, and his voice left no room for argument.

Romano's father continued, crossing his arms over his chest. Romano blushed slightly but he didn't reply immediately. "Honestly, it was quite scary. At first, I thought that I was having a fever dream, so I tried many different means to wake myself up. But nothing worked. My body wasn't responding properly. I kept thinking 'what if this isn't real? What if I'll wake up and find out that this never happened?' After two months, I finally gave up. There was no way I could ever fall in love, especially not with Roma... It just wasn't possible."

Ezra said as he took Roman's hands. Roman shook his head frantically and stepped forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Ezra's waist. “No! I'm not leaving you!” Roman held on tight. He didn't want to go back without Ezra. He was afraid to feel what he felt earlier. It first started with pain. He felt each time Ezra got hurt and then he felt his rage. After his rage, he felt something different, something scary. Whatever it was, it was very dark, and it terrified Roman. It covered up the bond and made it feel like Ezra disappeared. The Omega panicked and was hyperventilating by the time Nadja showed up.

"I meant what I said to her, Amelia. What we had wasn't real." "But it could have been," I whispered, voicing the fear that had been gnawing at me since Bertha's appearance. "If things had been different, if she had decided..." "Pull yourself together," Roman snapped, his patience apparently reaching its limit. "This isn't like you, getting drunk and creating melodrama over nothing." He cursed under his breath and then glared at the road like it was his worst enemy.

"Roman... we have the blueprints for the organ loft. The team is ready. We leave in four hours." ​Roman looked up, and for a moment, Silas saw something in his eyes that made him want to back away. It wasn't sadness. It wasn't even anger. It was a cold, mathematical certainty. ​"They think I'm dead, Silas," Roman said, his voice a low, vibrating hum. "They showed her Vance. They broke her." ​"We can still save her," Silas promised. ​"No," Roman said, standing up and reaching for his heavy tactical coat. "We aren't just saving her anymore. Tomorrow, I’m not going to that cathedral as a man. I’m going as the monster they’ve been so afraid of."

Roman's POV 'Out with it Roman you are making me nervous,' Roy said as we entered our room. 'We need to discuss two important things but first I will start with the one that concerns you and you alone.' 'Okay. I am all ears,' Roy said frowning. 'I think Raven is afraid of you,' I said. 'She doesn't seem afraid of me,' Roy said frowning. 'I guess our little mate might actually be very good at hiding her feelings,' I said.

Panic surged through me, fiery and frantic. I managed to stomp down hard on his shin. He grunted, loosening his grip, and I clawed at his arm, sinking my nails into his fabric, almost breaking free... Then the door burst open. ----- ••Roman•• Fear has never been my ally. I’ve trained myself to rise above it. Yet the expression on her face before she left—wide-eyed, distracted, almost trembling—haunted me longer than it should have. I tried to shake it off, diverting my focus to scan the room. Allies mingled with enemies disguised as friends. Some watched too closely, while others seemed to ignore everything.

Tears well up in her eyes as whimpers escape her trembling lips. The growl that leaves Roman’s throat is inhumane. It is demonic. “I am going to make one thing clear: neither I nor my brothers are under some spell. The reason we have not summoned any of you is because you have all grown useless and failed to please us in bed.” He lets go of her wrist harshly and massages the swollen skin gently. She and her friends bow their heads in submission. “Forgive us, your majesty.” “Leave,” Roman says coldly, and all three of them practically run for their lives.

My mouth dried up. Adam gave me one of those looks. The kind that made you think he’d reached out and smacked the words right from your mouth. “The real reason you’re scared,” he said, “isn’t Roman or anything to do with him. You’re scared of what happens if you let him in.” “What kind of name is Roman Cruz anyway?” I muttered, turning away, grabbing at the papers on the desk like I had something important to do. “Sounds like some cheap action hero from a bad movie.”