Romeo Blue Jaeger Novels & Stories

‘She looks so peaceful. He thought, long red/gold lashes brushed her flushed cheeks, one hand cupped her cheek the other rested by her waist, her stunning hair cascaded across the pillows and desire swept though his veins. Moving silently, he stripped out of his clothes leaving only his black boxer briefs he knew he should leave her alone to process her father’s betrayal. Sliding into bed alongside her, he knew he should leave her alone, period, but he couldn’t; something was compelling him to claim her for himself. She would be eighteen in a few short days, and then her father would not be able to touch her; that was why he was so desperate to get her back before then. If he could hand her

But when mother found out where Remus ran off to. Only to find out that her mate, who she cheated on, had Brutally Murdered her love; she was heartbroken. But in the eyes of Remus Agwang, killing the man who slept with his mate and my biological father. Remus doesn't care, as he is so lost in his blind rage that he massacres the man’s whole family.

The vehicle had a sticker of the Casa Roma logo and a not for rent statement on the lower door frame. “Thanks Lio,” Ethan greeted as soon as they get on the car. The driver, Lio, was one of the most loyal worker of the Roma Family. For him serving the Roma was a privilege. He is already 53 and had already been Darrem's butler when the kid was just 7. Lio just nodded and watch the new faces on the head mirror. He stared at the lady on the glasses, and find her frame familiar, but didn't said anything about it.

More Romano. “Hmm.” My brows drew together. “Too baptismal mafia.” He raised a brow. “What does that even mean.” I set it back and reached for a light blue one. Against his olive skin in the mirror, the color sharpened his neck and jaw. His dark eyes seemed a touch softer. And yeah. My bite mark popped like a neon sign. “This blue.” I lifted the hanger higher. “You look human in this.” “Looking human means I failed,” he said. “I want them to remember I can eat them alive.”

I opened my eyes and walked towards where the aura was the strongest, next to a cafe by the park. Standing next to a table and two overturned chairs, I waved my palms in and out of the auras, distinguishing Romeo’s aura against the other four. Black, Romeo. Green, Arch. Blue, Roman. Purple, Trav. Orange, Jughead. And red, the mysterious blond girl. I closed my eyes again, letting magic filter into my mind and watched the figures depart from the cafe. Arch, Trav, Roman and Jughead appeared to be headed for the packhouse while Romeo and the unknown blond departed for a different destination.

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

I realized I had bumped into someone, and he was the one holding my other hand. He pulled me upright, and I looked up to see Alejandro’s mouth hanging open, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “I am so sorry,” the stranger apologized, his voice warm and sincere. I shook my head, trying to catch my breath. “No, I should apologize,” I stammered, straightening my dress. He smiled at me, his blue eyes—so much like Jaydon’s—locking onto mine. Then he extended his hand for a handshake. “I am Romeo. What is your name?”

"that I am the man who had to follow him to the store to find a five-carat diamond ring and spend the next six months telling him to propose. I am the man who had to pretend to be a crisis manager with a horrific, offensive French-Russian accent. I sacrificed my favorite Italian leather portfolio and nearly shattered my carpals on the head of a billionaire tyrant so these two could finally get their act together!" Isabella laughed out loud, hiding her face in my neck. I grinned, kissing the top of her head. "And let's not forget.” Romeo added, pointing his champagne flute at the crowd, "that the internet now knows me as 'The Blue Avenger.' A title I have legally trademarked, by the way. Merc

Guess we will have to ' fuck the patriarchy' here too as said by the great Taylor Swift. "I will tell you everything but first let me introduce all of you to my daughter." Dad says. "You have already met Marcellus, this is Cinna, next to him is Ravi, then Vladymir, Elijah, Damien, Antonius. Everyone , this is Ella, but please call her Ana ." Dad says and smiles proudly. I match their names with their looks so I am not confused in the future. Marcellus- Old , tanned , black curly hair. Cinna- Old , pale , ginger hair.

I sigh trying to make it seem like he might have a chance even though I knew I wanted to get as far from him as possible. “Are you sure about that? You're talking to me now.” He smirked down at me. I wanted to step away from him, he clearly was insane but at the same time I couldn’t let the blue moon pack lose their alpha over me; I took a step towards Luccas causing Wayne to move some to not be in direct line of attack between us. “Well, that is true Luccus but the truth is it is causing a lot of questions, how safe could that be for you?” I ask batting my eyes like I had seen girls do to try and find boyfriends before their mates. I hoped I looked like I was flirting but he repulsed me so