Romeo Blue Jaeger Novels & Stories

Luca’s voice sent an icy chill down my spine. Found you. Two simple words, yet they carried the weight of my past, my suffering, my fear. I tightened my grip on the dagger, my pulse pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. My instincts screamed at me to run, but I forced myself to stand my ground. I wasn’t that weak Omega anymore. Luca took a slow step toward me, his piercing blue eyes filled with something dark and possessive. He was calm—too calm, like a predator savoring the moment before striking.

‘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

"You heard that, Yohan? The omega is asking for our names." I heard the beautiful man whisper to the brute looking man whose name is Yohan. “Should I tell him?” “You’ve already given my name out, idiot. Just answer the question for yourself.” The man named Yohan grumbled. The beautiful man looked at me and gave such a dazzling smile. “My name is Blue.” “Blue. Like the color?” Blue smiled. “Yes. Like the color.”

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?”