Romeo Blues Novels & Stories

Looking at Romeo's shocked face, I raised my chin and said firmly, "I said, I'm going to the Blue Moon Pack. You can send someone to follow me back, but not too many people." He finally reacted and his eyes fell out, "Are you crazy? You're still a Slave! You still need to serve decades in sin pack. You're just being taken outside for now..." "I know," I interrupted him and repeated, "but I'm going to Blue Moon Pack. You can do that, can't you?" Romeo finally realized that I promised him yesterday for a purpose. He was going crazy, "How can that be! If people know that you left sin pack to go to Blue Moon Pack without my supervision, I'll..."

She said and smiled… Ameliah held Stephen’s hand which made him look at her. They smiled at each other before returning their gaze to the woman… “We want to know how this book came into existence?” Stephen said… “This book titled ‘La Luna Azul’ also known as the blue moon, is a book that was written by your ancestors, that is the first vampires and werewolf who came into existence. This book has now been passed from generation to generation in order to help the future generation prepare for the coming of the Blue Moon. I gave this book to Ameliah because i know that in one way or the other you’ll get to know about this book.” She said…

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

The night felt really heavy. The rain had stopped,. I could still smell it in the air. It was cool and fresh. It came into my room through the little space I had left open by the balcony door. I stood there looking at the garden below me. The roses looked almost black in the moonlight. Everything outside seemed calm. Inside me everything was moving. I put my arms around myself not because I was cold. Because my thoughts were too loud. A lot of things had changed. Loving him meant living with things that were not always clear. It meant knowing that peace would never last forever.

With less effort, he unzipped my jeans and pulled them down along with my lace panties, till my ankle. “So fuckin' beautiful like this for me. Not even opened up but still leanin' back for me to fuck you into the goddamned wall. And you ain’t gonna touch my cock, even if I let go of your wrists, you’re gonna stay right where I fuckin' put you because you belong to me, Steven. You fucking belong to me and you do what I tell you when we’re here like this, you hear me?” Romeo’s voice was harsh and full of all the anger that built up inside of him over time I was resisting him and hating him for hurting my father, however, he somehow sounded offended for some other unknown reason. What could it

"Romeo!" Marco snapped at the blonde man in front of him. The man he had known for decades and was a friend. Marco and Romeo had an internship together when both of them graduated from college, Romeo was more fortunate than him ... because, at the internship, he met his mate and was immediately 'mated.' Since then, Romeo has been an Alpha in his father's pack.

"You've already broken our pact. We agreed that we wouldn't interfere with each others territories... but, I obviously can't trust you. You can't even keep your men under control." "Liam and PJ are just boys... they're new to the game--" Dario defended them. "I don't care if they are seniors in diapers. Learn to keep your people under control. So now, I have to do something I don't like." "What are you talking about?" Seven scowled. "You ruined my property so now I have to ruin something of yours." Seven sat up in his seat, worried that he may vandalize one of his buildings in return. "Do you know how much it will cost to repair those buildings your boys destroyed? Hundreds. Maybe Thousands.

Mom looked up from the couch and smiled. “There you two are. Dinner’s almost ready. Angel, baby, you okay? You look flushed.” “Just the shower,” I said too quickly. “The hot water…it was a little bit hot.” Romeo was already in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water like nothing in the world was wrong. He glanced at me over the rim of the glass, giving me this pure, filth, look, a silent reminder of how deep he had been inside me ten minutes ago.

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Little by little, she could feel the bonds of fate clasping her heart and soul to this stranger, who was becoming her world. A young woman, encouraged by the crowd, was carried onto the stage where the orchestra was standing. The witnesses of the scene applauded to show their support, and this improvised singer looked shyly toward one of the musicians. The musical notes of a guitar rose mixed with the song of the cicadas. A velvet voice, shy and full of sweetness, was heard singing in french: "The blue sky over us may fall...". Emmanuelle was unable to take her eyes off Harry. Therefore, she addressed her date without a glance at him: