Rome Series Novels & Stories

Although with different spelling, but with the same pronunciation. Carra didn't know whether to feel lucky or sad. She was now in a country known as Morica in a medieval earth, under the Athurian empire. The Athurias are the ruling clan of lycans, wolf shapeshifters. In this world, there were humans, lycans, vampires and others. It seemed that she had passed through something supernatural, a portal or so, to arrive here. For a person who didn't believe in such notions, it was a bit difficult to accept. A woman in a brown garment came in through the door carrying a basin of water. She heard the young mistress called green bamboo, and she too quickly took a few steps forward. Seeing Carra awak

"So let's try this again, hi I'm Griffin Masters. Alpha asshole with an unearthly obsession with knives." I laughed out loud. "Hello, I'm Anastasia. Omega, with a freaky backstory."

Alessandro walked towards the torture bunker while waiting for his enforcer, Romero. He knew the man would be back very soon and the thought that he was coming with a Russian spy made his skin crawl with excitement, he had no idea how she managed to get to Romero but the game has just begun. if they thought he was capo for being this stupid then they need to think again, this man wasn’t someone they could mess with. This man is Alessandro Russo.

“This most certainly had to be a joke!” “But it’s not.” Rodrigo responded as he took the microphone back, looking Benjamin in the eyes with heated hatred. “This is the truth, and as much as you’d like to deny it, I’ve made a deal with the new president of Romero Empire. I’m merely here to make her the inauguration announcement.” Benjamin’s eyes grew wide, and his hands were balled into fists. “You… What have you done?” “I’ve simply done what’s right.” Rodrigo responded and turned back to face the crowd who was just as expectant as he was to see Tyche walk up the stage.

"The truth? You call her lies and deceit the truth? She's playing you, Romario. She's using you to further her own agenda." Master Romario's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze unwavering. "I know she has been framed, please trust my judgment, father." Master Terrone sighed and nodded, allowing Romario to proceed. "Pet, who is Rosita?" Romario whispered in my ear. I turned away, my eyes scanning the room for her. I pointed to a frightened-looking Rosita, her eyes wide with fear. "Rosita, come forward," Romario's voice thundered, echoing through the silent room. The only sound was Rosita's hesitant footsteps as she approached.

Pulling away from his mother, Rene gave a weak smile, and then he met Rome's gaze, asking, "Is that fine with you chief?" Rome nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yes, that's fine. But since you have given your set of rules, these are mine. The Rossi family is the fifth leading family in the country. They have an extensive network in various industries including finance, real estate, and pharmaceuticals. They are incredibly powerful and influential."

"Then why are we going?" I pulled the jacket onto my shoulders. "Because for the past six months, while Vittorio was running his operation from Singapore, we were running ours from Italy. Every major city now, not just Milan — Florence, Rome, Naples, all of it. That took work and it took standing, the kind that comes from being visible in the right rooms at the right moments." I adjusted the lapels. "If Vittorio throws a gathering of this scale — his first public appearance in fifteen years — and the Black Rose doesn't attend, it reads as a statement to every person in that room. It says we're against him. And the moment those people know that, every alliance we've built, every city we've co

I just needed a friend. “Promise. Pinky swear,” Romeo said, holding up his hand. “And we’ll beat that boylet of yours—whoever he is!” He and Rose moved closer. “It’s… Jazper Ray Gibson,” I whispered. “Fucking bullshit!” Romeo shouted. Rose slapped my arm. “Shit! So the rumors were true? You won the freaking bidding?! Girl, what the hell—how to be you?!”

And, for a second, it was impossible not to see what it tore out of him. “Are you interceding for the humans, beta?” Valassan asked, his voice too soft, almost entertained. “I am, Your Majesty.” Romeo did not look away. There was something rigid in the way he held his own position, as if stepping back at that moment was no longer an option. “Because I made a promise. We keep promises.” The silence that followed was not empty. It was heavy, full of expectation, calculation, glances moving without anyone daring to be the first to act.

I could feel his pulse through the contact of our bodies, steady and fierce even while the red lights flickered around us. "You good, Bennett?" I rasped into the dark, my arm brushing his hip. "Better than good, Cross," Noah replied, his voice thick with adrenaline. "They can't break us." Two remaining mercenaries stepped back, their heavy boots slipping on the slush as they realized four hockey players were dismantling them in the dark. Jax stepped forward beside me, his broad chest expanding as a deep, terrifying Alpha roar vibrated straight from his throat into the rafters. The sound shook the air and forced the last two men to freeze in place for a full second.