Romansa Novels & Stories

She corked it open and poured some of the red wine into the glass. Carmen hated hearing that Roman was messing around with the maid of the twins. She hated it not just because it was like he as cheating on her but because it had to be the one she hated the most. Carmen hated Rose because she felt Rose was acting too proud and acted like she owned the whole place when in fact it was Roman. She also didn't like how Roman gave the maid too much power.

Angel said and rolled her eyes “What's your name?” I asked “Why would I tell you, maybe your one of those guys who kidnap me,” She said “You know uno don't talk to her because I'm getting pissed at her” Angel said and left us “I'm not one of those guys I got kidnap here 3years ago and I'm Rhythm but you can call me uno” “Uno huh because you're the one who got here first?, btw I'm klea” she said Oh,she guesses easily when the uno came from interesting.

Roman says sitting. "He likes expensive food. He only eats organic. He is rough in the intimate department. He likes to put bruises on you. He dyes his hair, which is natural brown, and sometimes grows out his facial hair. He got a rich grandma who thinks he walks on water. She gives him money. Her name is Elsie Good, "Rose spits out. "Any scars or tattoos?"Roman asks. He is texting someone. "He got dragons on his back and roses on his chest. He is a violent man, "she sighs sadly. The bags under her eyes are still there even after twenty-two hours of straight sleep.

She shifted uncomfortably, the bruises on her ribs making even small movements a test of endurance. She leaned forward, fingers steady as she inserted the flash drive into the laptop. The drive’s label—*Romano*—flashed across the screen, a cold reminder of the name she’d spent years chasing, a name that had become the bedrock of her vengeance. A name that was, even now, still a mystery.

The professor said and Om nodded his head Once everyone left Romil came near them and glared at Om. "you again punished her didn't you? Om how many fucking times I need to tell you that do not torture her. I don't need a malnourished Wife who pass out when I'm fucking her or who can't bear me an heir. Take it as my last warning if not then I will tell dad to cancel the deal. "Romil said angrily

Roman chuckled. "Disgusting. I can't believe he's really Ramona's brother." Ludovica grimaced. "And I can't believe Francesco is a distant relative of the golden dragons. Why didn't you tell Ramona?" Tiana asked Francesco, surprised. "Um... We never found time to talk." Francesco muttered. Roman walked towards them, smiling while focusing his gaze on the Grimoire in Ludovica's grip. "You are not allowed touch that." Then he snatched it away from her adding, "You are not worthy."

He was my home. He pressed his forehead to mine, his whisper a gentle murmur of words I didn’t fully comprehend but felt completely. French words that flowed from his lips like poetry. “Mon coeur… ma vie… mon âme.” My heart… my life… my soul. Every word sent a shiver through me, melted me, convinced me of a love so strong it could conquer anything. I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.”

Since having Roman I decided to change my look a little, my hair is now a shade lighter with blonde highlights running through. I didn’t miss Santos’ elbow dig into the guy standing next to him, the guy stopped messing with his tie and looked up towards me. Suddenly my heart began beating faster than normal, my eyes meeting the midnight blues of Romano Callaso, I couldn’t place what was different about him, sure he was well groomed, beautifully dressed but he had a look of sadness on his face.

Romero stepped back glaring at her, ‘Stai dando la colpa a me?’ [You’re making this my fault?] She met his glare with one of her own but then she placed her hands on her hips and pouted prettily her cats eyes flashing, she looked so damned sexy he could not help his body reacting. ‘Non sto dicendo che sia colpa di qualcuno.’ [I’m not saying it’s anyone’s fault.] She sassed him and desire poured into his veins, the sexual tensi

Chapter 1 – The Arrival The Romano estate loomed like a fortress at the edge of the Ligurian cliffs, dark stone walls wet from the lingering drizzle, jagged waves crashing against the rocks below. Elena Morales stood at the wrought-iron gate, suitcase in hand, chest tight with anticipation. She had been warned only vaguely of the position “House staff needed. Generous pay. Absolute discretion required.” She knew nothing about her new employer beyond the name whispered across the city with equal parts fear and respect: Lorenzo Romano.