Romansa Novels & Stories

I planned to just catch up with her after the exams. One morning, I rushed to the school cafeteria to have some review notes photocopied. I was in a hurry as the next class was about to start. The copier machine was taking so long to make out copies and I was really flustered as I was sorting out the documents. In my haste, I accidentally dropped the stapler. Someone picked it up and gave it to me. "Here, you dropped this." Someone drawled. "I'm so sorry. I'm in a hurry. Thanks." I took the stapler then looked up, smiling. I was frozen. Facing me was the most handsome guy I have ever seen. He was tall,although not as tall as Lance, very fair, with nice, long black hair, swept in the most f

"I have a lot of women swooning over me who would die for me!" I rolled my eyes in disgust. "Oh, I see, you are just another Deangelo, aren’t you?" Romano scoffed. "I'm nothing like that narcissistic prick who thinks he is better than everyone just because he's the son of the Spanish king who doesn’t want him. You, señorita, are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I would be a fool if I let you go." He seized my hand, peppering it with wet, messy kisses. I felt a strange tingling sensation and quickly pulled my hand away.

No, let me go! Rosana screamed in her head as she was too weak to voice out the words. She struggled, kicked, clawed, and fought with whoever was holding her but again, it was all in her head cause she couldn't even move a muscle. They were going to kill her... The Russians... They were... "Bambolina… Amore mio...f*ck, apri gli occhi. I am here, please, open your eyes... Bambolina... FUCK!" [Open your eyes]

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she replied in same tone and just like that their entire surrounding got tensed up Roma’s confession. Ravan felt like his entire world stopped with the one word that Roma mentioned “Vi.. Vivan he.. he is hid..ing in h..is ma…nsion…” Roma added as she looked up at Ravan in his eyes “Ra… Ravan…?” Roma said by lightly touching his beard and cheeks with her blood covered right hand fingers hearing which Ravan turned his entire attention to Roma “I.. Lo…ve you…” Roma said boring her deep black eyes into Ravan brown orbs, however Ravan on other hand did not uttered a single word while his face was totally expressionless, his action was indicating loud and clear answer to Roma sensing which a lone

It was Roman! What is he doing here?!

] Ricardo knew from the tone of his number two’s voice he was not going to like what Romero had to say, ‘Cos'è?’ [What is it?] He said eyeing him warily and he was not surprised when Romero would not meet his eyes, ‘Sputalo, amico.’ [Spit it out man.] He demanded, standing with his hands in his pockets, ‘È Alcina.’ [It’s Alcina.] Ricardo’s heart sank, ‘Continua.’ [Go on.] Romero sighed heavily and then said quickly,

roman argued “Aww, I didn’t know we were starting an orphanage for lost werewolves” Lucas teased as he rolled his eyes “For all we know some aren’t even like us. Just like how I’m a chimera and you are a werewolf, they are different breeds. And I won’t welcome any rogue experiment into our penthouse only to get my head bitten off” he added, Roman scoffed “Listen Lucas…” Roman started but Lucas cut him off “No you listen to me, we do this stupid hunting and we never find any wolves. I know this isn’t about saving rogue wolves, it’s about your brother” Lucas spat and roman clenched his fists.

“I swear, I only met him once! He said the Morettis were falling! That Romero was dead and the throne would be empty — he said I could buy a seat if I helped him tip the ship —” “Name,” Amara growled. “Alessandro Varela!” The room fell silent. Amara froze. Her heart didn't. Luca stepped forward. “What did you say?” Emilio sobbed. “Alessandro Varela. Raoul’s cousin. He’s building something — he’s gathering the ones who won’t bend to her. He called her the whore queen.” Amara didn't react. Didn't blink. She just stood, slow and controlled.