Romans Audio Niv Novels & Stories

That particular quiet that means the opposite of calm. I can hear Dave’s response faintly. Something about keeping me safe. About distance. “I am capable of keeping what's mine protected,” Roman says. “Stay out of it.” He pauses, listening. His jaw tightens. “When?” I sit up straighter. “Don’t call this number again.” He ends it and sets the phone down. “What did he say?” I watch Roman’s face. “Something about Nicko…” “Get some rest.” “Roman.” “Raven.” He turns to me and the shutters are back up, every line of his face closed and controlled. “Rest. We’ll talk when you’re stronger.”

My voice broke as his eyes finally shifted to me. Without a word, he grabbed my arm, gentler than he had been with them, but still firm enough that I knew resistance wasn’t an option, and dragged me through the stunned crowd. The night air hit me like a slap as we pushed through the bar’s doors. A sleek black car idled at the curb, its headlights on like the owner had dashed out of it. And the owner was none other than… “Get in,” Roman ordered, his deep voice leaving no room for argument.

He is, after all, called the omnipresent – He was and would forever be everywhere and always available. Isabelle collected her Bible from her lamp stand, which was on the right side of the bed, and opened it, allowing her right thumb decide what part of the scripture she should read. Her thumb picked the book of Romans 10:13 – ‘For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved’. A small smile warmed Isabelle's thin lips. God does listen, she whispered. He knew of her situation and simply wanted her to come to Him. Immediately, she went on her knees and spoke to him.

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

Maybe if I brought him something warm, I’d feel warm, too. I paused, smoothed my blouse and my hair. Then I tried to school my face into something that wasn’t gloomy, then pushed the door open. Roman’s office was all sharp edges and glass, sunlight spilling over polished wood that have recently become familiar to my back. And there he was, commanding the center of the room behind his desk, headset on, voice deep and low. The sound stopped me in my tracks. He was speaking Arabic.

Roman replied then he started the song with a melody voice so low and sweet to hear. "🎼 The journey is so long..., that no one can predict.... but all that matters is love..., till death do us part....., Let us love(chorus)( 3*) even if we don't know where the journey will end... let us love, even if we have lost so many of all our loved ones... let us love.....(3*)🎼. Every one of them were thinking about those they have lost and waters started falling on they're cheeks. Then everyone take the chorus and sing along with Roman, while heading to the south.

Was I really talking to the same man who had an ego larger than the palace? I was finally starting to put two and two together, and something wasn’t right here. His slimy personality at breakfast this morning was a clear red flag. What did he want from me? I shook my head in disbelief. “Just cut the bull and give me the real reason.” Roman shrugged, smirking. “Very well, Audrey.” He dropped his shoulders and his uncomfortable act. “I do need you, and I need Mars—the both of you.” “Have you heard of Soliste?”

“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.

What we’ve just done. Roman sits across from me, separated by the narrow aisle of the car, but it might as well be a mile for how distant he seems. He’s on his phone again, the deep baritone of his voice rhythmic and fluid as he speaks in Russian. He’s all focus, intensity, authority.

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############