Novel & Cerita Romansa

After five minutes, the generals arrived, each wearing serious expressions. Klaus, the general, stood at the head of the group of warriors summoned to the Packhouse. He was a formidable figure, broad-shouldered and muscled, with a serious expression that commanded respect. His men were an elite group of soldiers, each hand-picked for their strength, agility, and fighting skills. Next to Klaus was Remy, a former mercenary who had joined the pack after saving the life of the young Liam. Remy was a tall, dark-skinned man with a scar running down the left side of his face. He was known for his quick thinking and deadly accuracy.

Romario scoffed, refusing to spare her a glance, knowing it would only lead to more conflict. Just then, the main entrance burst open dramatically, and Leonardo entered with a smug look, followed by a woman in a long black bodycon dress. Her heels clicked on the floor, and Allison recognized her as Romario's friend, Namiro. Namiro casually strolled in, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on Romario, and she offered him a smile. Romario was taken aback by Namiro's sudden arrival, wondering what she was doing there so early, and why she had brought luggage.

I swiped to the next comment. Urlah L: Ida is a much better date. She is rich, is a graduate from good universities in UK. She is a girl boss who deserves a man like Anthony. Also, imagine the conjunction of her family bushiness and his? OMG. They are like a prince and princess. Unlike that other trash who only slept her way to that position. She has nothing to offer but her lady parts. Lol. Go, Ida. I’ve always been an admirer.

His gaze sweeps across the room before landing on Tristan, then a slow smile forms on his face. “Well, look who’s still alive.” Tristan leans back slightly. “Disappointed?” “Deeply.” Several people laugh. The man walks inside, shakes hands with Tristan, then his eyes find me, curiosity flickering in his gaze. “You must be Roxana.” My name sounds strange coming from a complete stranger. I nod politely. “Yes.” He offers his hand. “Alessandro Romero.” I shake it. “It’s nice meeting you.” “The pleasure is all mine.”

"Samuel? Who's that?" The ghost bride looked completely confused. "If you say you're my husband, then tell me… Do you even know my name?" I watched as her fingernails slowly grew longer, sharpening into blade-like claws. My heart jumped into my throat, afraid she would swipe at me any second. "Ximena. Your name is Ximena!" The ghost bride slowly retracted her claws, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Well… it seems we really do know each other."

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

Her eyes closed as she exhaled deeply. He drew her into his arms, watching her pale face as she passed out. Elena Romano is the Alpha princess who eventually became a slave, and he is Alpha Don Dante Russo, the Mafia Alpha King to whom all Alphas submit.

Renata's husband calls out. “How is she?” Enzo instantly asks. “She's alright,” I swallow. “Has she slept at all?” “Not really, she can't sleep at night because she gets nightmares,” I blurt out. Rumbling with nervousness. “And she usually sleeps in the morning but with the funeral, she couldn't.” “Ciao!,” (Hi)Romeo waves, it's two out of the five words he knows. Dominic waves back at him, making him laugh. “Ciao!,” Romeo repeats, this time waving at Enzo.

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