Romeo Blues Novels & Stories

It was a jawline that commanded attention. And then there were his eyes, those mesmerizing orbs that held the power to capture hearts with a single glance. A deep, enchanting shade of blue, they sparkled with a brilliance that defied description. It was as if they were the windows to his soul, revealing a depth of intelligence and warmth that was simply irresistible. Within those beautiful depths, one could sense a multitude of untold stories, each waiting to be shared with the world. In that passing moment, as I stood there, captivated by Romeo's presence, I couldn't help but feel curious. What experiences had shaped him into the man he was today? What trials and triumphs had etched their m

" Well, I don't know how to put it. He's a dealer once in a while and a loyal one. He's a friend to the family." " Romeo works in a bar." " Well, yeah. To avoid suspicion from others and all that shit. Romeo likes to play it cool and he likes his life to be a little private." " For fuck's sake, he's my best friend. My closest friend. He was the closet friend I ever had after my almost perfect life went down the drain." I bite my thumb as I look out the window. I hate that feeling of betrayal, I fuckin' hate it. " I'm sorry about that. He has his reasons I guess."

Ky was smirking at me, he’s probably finding it funny that the scents are making me uncomfortable. “Blue!” “Red!” “Seven gold coins!” “Betting twenty silver over Red!” And to think that the scents and the vibrations are more than enough to overstimulate my senses, the noises from the people around me added to that too. I did everything I can to block them out but obviously, I’m not that great adjusting anything that involves my wolf just yet. The room we weren’t it were unlike the room I first entered and different from the pathway that lead to here. Back then, the walls were made from bricks and grime. The walls of this place, as well as the floor, were all concrete. Posters were hung on th

And Romeo got his dream truck. I push away my melancholy thoughts, light up a cigarette and put a crack in the window. I turn up the radio as I head towards the city to 318. I smile when I look in the rearview mirror to see a white SUV following closely behind me. I stick my hand out the window and wave. Blaze blows his horn.