Romansa Novels & Stories

‘How many times do I have to tell you, my stuffs aren’t ordinary…that ice dome has the ability to protect the user and whoever is inside an…’ ‘Well all domes can do that’ ivory interrupted. ‘Let me finish…the dome can also bounce back any attack’ Anita said smiling ‘and also be careful not to use that technique in front of everyone because they would be suspicious of your phase’ ‘Okay…but the fact you gave me these books doesn’t mean we’re back on speaking terms’ ivory said. ‘I know’ Anita responded then she lies down to sleep. Ivory decides to read the book about animals first. Alfred opens his eyes by a quarter, he hears a sound. Not wasting time he opens his eyes and sits up. He notices a

Ezra Romano Ezra Romano is the most vicious man known, every Alpha pack knows him and his crucial way of dealing with his enemies, that's why most people want to be on his good side, even with his vicious attitude, he stands on loyalty, honor, and respect, girls throw their selves on him, married women ogling their eyes on him, but he doesn't give them his time or attention.

"Just call her by her name, no need to address her like that. Teach her Tagalog too so he can understand her surroundings. She's a fast learner, don't worry. What's your name, again?" “My name is Nica. How old is she again, Madame?” she asked. “She asked how old are you, baby?” instead I asked Hestia. “I’m thlee!” We both laughed at her stuttering speech. “She’s still having a hard time pronouncing letter R, but she’s a good speaker and listener. Just have a little bit more patience towards her...”

shouted one if the vampires, " Kill and burn any witch you find" the whole of Romanesque was in chaos, the Vampires Killing every with that came their way, taking the humans as slaves, blood sprawled all over the town, the screams of burning witches heard, At another side of Romanesque, a cloaked man walked along the cold streets, which was covered with blood, silence everywhere, the only sound heard were sounds of crickets, and the witches who screamed for help as they burned, he walked into a house, hoping to find someone there.

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.

you are just a child! The response to that was so shocking that I nearly fell off: ‘You don’t need numbers when you have the courage to confront your enemy. I will take care of them right here and now! Well, it takes a lot for me to lose my temper, but after this mess, I’ve reached my boiling point. I AM SUBARU, THE BLADE OF OSAKA! AND I AM GOING TO UNLEASH MY RAGE AND KILL THEM ALL... AND LIVE UPTO MY NAME!’

said Regina who looked in the window outside the vampire looking for prey. Night it's full of origin and fear. Unexpectedly Romansa picked roses in every corner of Francista's room. Romansa was very sure that Francista was Yorin, the prince's lover. Francista was confused should he be honest. He then went to the room to reason to want to rest. "Where are you Yondaime? Where? I miss the old you "murmured Francista.

Everyone and their uncles know that to have the Moscow Bratva owe you a favor is like having the key to heaven. The room falls quiet again. I can see the next name forming on their tongues before they even say it. Luca tries anyway. “Then… the Romanos?” I let the name hang in the air for a second, tasting it. Rafael Romano. That smug, prick from Italy. I remember him from the last summit; sharp suits, sharper smile, always acting like the underworld was a fucking boardroom. I’ve read the reports on his operation. Clean, ruthless. But never a coward.

I asked closing the crack from the window and coming to massage her shoulders, hoping she’ll be smart. “The Estela i know doesn’t back down from one failed attempt” I whispered into her ear watching her visibly shudder below me. “Yes well… I believe you’re right. Prepare the girl. I won’t be taking blood from her cunt this time.” ─❈─ AURELIA ─❈─ My pulse went wild with jittery anticipation as Romano slammed his mouth over mine, possessing me. His smell so different from Rafaele, invading me. Pain in the middle of my thighs forgotten, replaced with a weird sensation, I allowed myself to melt into him. The darkness and all making everything even more mad and forbidden.

The guest was Francesca Romano. The name, whispered in hushed tones, resonated with an undeniable weight. Amara had heard it before, fragments of conversations, whispers of Dante’s past. Francesca Romano: a name synonymous with power, beauty, and a fierce, unyielding will within the Italian underworld. Dante’s former fiancée. Amara dressed in one of the new, more elegant dresses provided for her, a deep emerald green that complimented her dark hair. She felt like an exhibit, a carefully curated display for a critical audience.