Rome X Novels & Stories

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

"Our bed chamber." I look around. The bed is big and old and wooden. It is covered in furs and animal skins. It is the only piece of furniture in the room. The thought of sleeping in it with him fills me with dread. "This is where you will live," he says. "Where we will mate." I swallow. Romulus approaches me. He is tall, tall as a tree. He stares at me with his bright eyes. He has a scar on his face, a strong, jagged scar. It runs down the side of his cheek, into his dark hair. A battle wound, I wonder. He seems fierce. The type to fight. And the type to win.

Tracing the direction of the voice, James together with his bodyguards turns around to see who dares to interfere in their affairs. They are surprised to see Romeo looking at them like a lion ready to devour its prey. James quickly drops his hold on Maria and she steps back nervously. Romeo is very popular, being the sole owner of the best pubs and clubs in New York. It is obvious with the look on the faces of James bodyguards, that even they, either know or have heard of him. Most days when they were off duty, they spent the night in Romeo's club.

Alexander replies calmly, unsettling Romano. Looking down at the floor and then at his aged hands, Roman lifts them momentarily in a gesture of surrender and finally concedes, "Fine, Alexander, an eye for an eye, then." Something feels amiss. Romano seems almost too willing to embrace his own demise. What else is he hiding? Alexander scrutinizes him with a questioning glare. "Romano... what is it?" Fixing Romano with a sharp look, Alexander demands, "What are you hiding, you son of a bitch?"

"Let’s start with some general knowledge questions. Who can tell me what the capital of Italy is?" Vince’s hand shot up quickly. “Rome,” he answered confidently. "That’s correct," Mrs. Harrison said, nodding. But before she could move on, Genesis raised his hand and added, “Rome is also known as ‘The Eternal City’ because of its long history and significance in ancient times.” Mrs. Harrison smiled. "Very good, Genesis. You both know your facts." Vince felt his jaw tighten as Genesis gave him a small glance. Mrs. Harrison continued with more questions, and each time Vince answered, Genesis would add an extra piece of information, always trying to outshine him.

Romeo's deep voice pulls at my attention, and I don't restrain my eyes from searching for him. The way my heart stirs excitedly as I behold his gorgeous face can't even be overemphasized, and soon enough, the boredom is long forgotten for another while. He is spotting dark blue pants paired with a white dress shirt. Two or three of his upper buttons are subtly popped open to give a little peek of the dragon tattoo that crawls up his chest and disappears behind his neck. His onyx hair is polished and styled into a perfect tousle, jaws in a sharp line, while his full lips shimmer under the gentle ray of the blue light from his iMac. It takes everything not to slither over the long table right

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.

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

In my mind, I was finally feeling the very same rage my father had felt towards them. She was Damien Cross, one of the most ruthless of all rogues out there. Kylar had only told me a few days after Della was long and gone. Damien and Della were together in the same house or wherever the hell they were. The thought made the blood in my veins boil to the point where I felt like finding them and then tearing Damien's throat out. We just got married, just got hit with the fact that Della was pregnant and hybrid and now she was gone. I felt like I was losing control so quickly and there was nothing in the world that I could do to help myself.

“I don’t know. I don’t know when Leo will return or where he is. He does not know he is my child, despite taking that bitch Anne’s name. We will have to be very careful when dealing with him. Besides, he is Lester’s son, so unlike Lydia, he might have some affection for Lester. We can’t be rash. We have waited so many years - a few more months is not a big deal. We can’t ruin our plans due to impatience.” Rose was always the more composed of the two. Romeo nodded, “Fine! But make sure to send money to me regularly. I don’t have anything on me.” Rose wanted to snap but chose to eat her words, merely nodding her head. Romeo liked her submissive side of her and diverted the topic. “Now that we