Romansa Di Kantor Novels & Stories

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

He turned again and approached the girl with a kind smile on his lips where he seemed to like what the girl said to him. “I thought at first that there was nothing special about you apart from being beautiful and brave. But I didn't expect you to know about the proper etiquette. You hardly don't need to be taught by my tutors? Isn't that right? What can you say, lady Romana?” said the king where they turned their eyes to the fifty-nine-year-old, Romana or better known as lady Roma because she was the only one with a high rank among the palace maids and the use of proper manners. The old woman didn't respond, but just bowed her head and secretly glanced at Luna.

"It's not that… We just… you know… there's always someone crushing on someone else." I gave a half-smile and poured myself a glass of the wine that was sitting on the table. "Go on. Talk away," I said. "Just pretend for the evening that I'm not your boss. Besides, Candance is the only person who cares about that kind of thing, since she's the Director of HR." Roman chuckled. "So, who's got sparks between them?" he asked, leaning playfully against the table. He glanced around. "You can tell me. I don't work there, anyway, and I'm way cooler than this walking, talking Armani suit over here."

However, everything flowed naturally. - It's all right about the routes Maria, explain to me the approach you were asked to take with Emiliano Romero. - I had some inconveniences, - she was looking at the floor, while trying to find the right words to justify her bad work performance - we went to Rio Negro, we tried to spend a "romantic" weekend - she made the quotation marks gesture with her hands - and everything turned out to be chaotic, sir. - I don't like talking to silly girls, I'm sure you're not one of those, please, don't waste my time.

2 years later Santos’ POV “Are you fucking kidding me, we’ve got final suit fittings in twenty minutes and you’re here fucking the local whore again” Santos was furious, he went to Romans apartment to pick him up for the suit fitting only to find him bending the waitress over the back of the couch, pounding into her as hard as he could. “Give me a few minutes, I’ll meet you downstairs” Roman replied, still pounding into the waitress who works at his mother’s restaurant.

When I entered his office, I slammed the door and looked at him angrily. “What do you think you do? I had to work two shifts, do you think I'm not tired? I haven't slept once since I got here, and believe me, if I'm a nuisance to you, you're a pain in the ass." But he just chewed gum while typing on his computer. Was he listening to me? “Excuse me, am I talking to you?” But he just raises his gaze a little and points behind me, I turn around and see the person in charge of human resources. I was completely embarrassed.

“Kelsey is a beauty.” I ran my finger along the rim of my glass. “She’s also my employee, so you better ditch the matchmaker tone.” She pointed her finger at me. “Don’t be so dismissive. I’m just saying, she’s a sharp girl and has all the traits that would make for a successful partner. I think, you should ask her on a date.” I chuckled. “Talk about breaking HR violations.” Portia waved her hand at me. “That doesn’t matter as much as you think.”

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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.