Novel & Cerita Romeo Blue Jaeger

I paced around nervously while she just laughed at me. "Calm down missy." "Calm down?, I'm meeting his mom, his freaking mother Naomi, how the hell can I be calm?" Henry had called me earlier and told me to get ready, he said he'll be at my place in half an hour and we would be going to his mother's place. "You look awesome babe." "You think so?"I accessed myself in the mirror for the third time. Naomi had chosen a blue dress that was flair from the waist down because of my stomach. It stopped just at my knees and had silver decorations all over it.

These luxury Jeeps are built for men who prefer the world to bend to their comfort. Although they all look the same from the outside, the insides differ. Some, like this one, are customized with every fancy luxury detail an important person might need. Others, like the one following us, are built to carry as many guards and high-tech weapons as possible. A photo pops onto the screen. Romeo. Sitting on his bike, a trophy raised in one hand, a grin stretched wide across his face. I never really knew him, but I knew of him. He was fast. Almost as fast as Damion. Almost.

That smile—that smile—lights up his face like the sun. “Think we can pack those delicious-looking biscuits to go?” he asks, already pointing at the tray like he owns that too. I sigh. Of course he’s getting his way. - Roman’s car is the latest model Jaguar—Type 00. Sleek, fierce, and just as eye-catching as he is. I tug on his jacket, then gesture toward the more modest car the manager arranged for me—the kind we keep on hand for occasions that require subtlety. Roman stares at it then shrugs.

“Alright, next store!. Let’s go before those two get bored of playing guard.” “I’m done,” I said, stretching my arms. “Same here,” Romeo said quickly, holding up two shirts. One was multicolored, the other blue as he stared at himself in the mirror. After a long moment, he tossed the multicolored one into his pile. For someone who claimed he didn’t want to shop, his stack was bigger than all of ours combined. Gia and both gave him a quizzing look. “What I never agreed to playing guard,” Gia rolled her eyes. “They’ll take care of the bill. Come on.”

We spent a good while perusing through men’s clothing, with him modeling some for me to see. “Got any plans?” I asked, “no, it’s just that I haven’t done my own shopping in ages” he replied. While he went back into the dressing room, I ran my hands through a rack of tux jackets and my hand came to settle on one that was Navy Blue in color, the seams lined in silver thread. I liked it instantly. “Too bad I’m not a guy huh” the tux made me think of Nathan, I took a picture of it and sent it to him, typing a quick

“Go!” I scoff incredulously at her, and she chuckles before shooting me a wink. “Goodnight, Maria,” I say and roll my eyes as I open the door. Nero looks up when I walk outside, and I am struck again at how handsome he is. Today he’s not wearing a suit, but dark jeans, a black leather jacket and a white t-shirt that pulls across his chest and thick biceps. His dark hair is all mussed up as if he’s been running his fingers through it all day, and his eyes… Gods, his eyes feel like a tide pulling me in.

I learned how to fight, lead, and conduct myself with the dignity of a future Luna while the other kids played unrestrictedly. I was standing in front of my bedroom mirror now, fifteen years later, brushing down the ceremonial garment that hung over me like water. With every movement, the silk glistened in the candlelight. My blue hair fell beyond my shoulders, representing everything I was destined to be rather than being the object of youthful awe.

Everything she was not. Her throat constricted watching Boris take the stage and declare her the pack’s future. When Boris spoke, his voice boomed: “Behold your Luna. I claim her to cement this bloodline—yours, mine, all of Darkfang!” He tapped his pendant. The blood moon had not risen yet—but the sky clouded red at the horizon. Kade stepped into the circle when Boris nodded at him to proceed with the marking knife. He raised the ceremonial blade. Charollet’s eyes met his for a fraction of a second—dread, relief, defiance.

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That night she waited for everyone to sleep before making a phone call. "Raphael's the leader of the vamp rogues." She said "take note of that, I hope you are drawing him with my descriptions. He's got a gray beard...." When she was done describing him, she sighed. "Also, right now Luca is going to be judged for having kept his three genes a secret. I know they will be against him tonight but we must show them that we are always aware of their plans. Strike at their assembly." "So, we should go with the plan then"