Romansa Novels & Stories

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" Have you slept with Mark before ?" " No. We only kissed." "When?" "Before you. Please don't turn to alcohol and drugs when things are bothering you. " " You aren't mad at me?" "No I am chilled we've been through hell and back together ." "Any guys I should know about?" " Jealousy makes you nasty." " Not where you are concerned ." "Romano who is my new client." I looked at Cleo inquisitively " What's Romano's surname?" "Luca. He does similar stuff that you guys do at Massa with shipping. Speaking of which ; I am headed to Richards Bay tomorrow, I should be back Saturday evening ."

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.

"We have a sadist father. Couldn't he simply lock us in a room without dinner or something—like all normal fathers do?" "We are Romanos," he said in a tone laced with both pride and damnation. "There's nothing normal about us, nor will ever be." It was true. Being a Romano was both a curse and a blessing. How we chose to accept it—defined us at the end of the day. That's what the mighty Alessandro Romano taught us. "And do you think Marco and Aurora will make their peace?" I asked, as the car came to a halt and someone held open the door for us to step out.

"But don’t worry, I’ll show you around." "Oh...okay." I try not to let my disappointment show. I guess my burning question will have to wait. “What’s your name?” I ask, realizing I should probably know more about her. “I’m Maria, the housekeeper. I’ve been working here for a few years now,” she says, her voice softening. "And you are...?" “Isabella Brown. You can call me Isabella though,” I reply. “Nice to meet you, Isabella," Maria says warmly. "Now, shall I take you to Leo's room?”

The lantern cast her shadow long and warped against the wall, stretching her thinner than she really was. There was something on the table. She hadn’t left it there. Ben felt the spike of fear the moment her eyes landed on it. A ribbon. It lay coiled neatly beside the lamp, pale blue, clean and new. Completely out of place in the modest, worn-down room. Her breath hitched as she reached for it, fingers hovering just above the fabric. She hadn’t owned anything like this. Her chest tightened. She picked it up, the silk cool and unfamiliar against her skin. It smelled faintly of something sharp and foreign, like leather and smoke.

"Because Alessia is not just his love." Romeo frowned. "What the hell does that mean?" The wind howled. Helena lifted her chin. "She is the key." Romeo shook his head. "Key to what?" Helena's voice dropped to a whisper that made Daisy's skin crawl. "To awakening the Morano bloodline." The ground shook again. The river began to glow, cold and alive . Romeo's heart pounded. "Luca! LUCA!" But Luca was already disappearing into the light, swallowed by the river that had chosen him.

He stiffened and stared at us with eyes glimmering in shock. "My bad!" I scratched my neck and stiffled a laughter. "What would you have us call you then? You never really introduced yourself since you decided the theme of our meeting was horror by attacking us with bats." Cass whistled an unfamiliar tune that sounded more like a mockery than a song. The necromancer gave a mirthless laugh before going for another swoop of his cigarette. "I'm Romulus." "Right, I'm Elena Marshall." I cocked my head.

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