Romansa Novels & Stories

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

] 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,

Lucas chuckled nervously as the blonde girl kept smirking at him, he kept trying to pull Roman by the arm out of the room Roman’s eyes caught the blonde girl and they widened, “You” he finally said and Lucas paused, the blonde girl’s eye brows furrowed in confusion “what happened to me?” she folded her arms “You- you look very familiar” he added “No she doesn’t and you don’t know her, sorry for the embarrassment. We’d be going out now” Lucas used his werewolf strength to drag Roman out and yanked his hand off his arm when they were finally out, almost causing Roman to fall

“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.

"Romeo!" Marco snapped at the blonde man in front of him. The man he had known for decades and was a friend. Marco and Romeo had an internship together when both of them graduated from college, Romeo was more fortunate than him ... because, at the internship, he met his mate and was immediately 'mated.' Since then, Romeo has been an Alpha in his father's pack.

****NEXT DAY**** Aurelio and Sin were sitting as they listened to Godfather Marcelo, briefing Aurelio about Salvatore Romana's mission. He placed a picture of a middle-aged Italian man on the table, "Salvatore Romana, powerful, wealthy, and has connections. He isn't known for his wealth but for the connections he has around the whole world. Try to get in his good books, Aurelio. Don't go around acting all bossy. Get him to be on our side, and we will be unstoppable," Godfather Marcelo said, his eyes on Aurelio trying to read his face. "Why is it called Salvatore Romana's mission since it involves one person?" Aurelio asked, his eyes at the picture, studying the man.

Everything is so minimalist yet elegant; whoever picked this must have great taste. "Tesoro mio, sei a casa!" A shrill voice drifts our way. I turn to face a middle-aged woman who looks like the female version of Dante. Her black hair is styled in a short wolf cut that gives her a chic look, and I recognize her immediately as Florence Romano, Dante's mother. She spreads out her hands, a radiant smile on her face as she beams up at him.

COPYRIGHT 2020 A SHODIMU SOPHIA, DREAM_WRITER11 NOVEL. FRENCH ROSE. Written from Christina King’s point of view. Three. I could hear her footsteps getting louder as that second passed. It was a little slower than I expected considering she yelled my name thrice already. It was a struggle to pretend I was still asleep. I didn't know why but it just wasn't my thing. I would try my best and still get caught at the end of the day.