Romeo Jalosjos Dead Novels & Stories

"What's happened, Rocco?" I asked with a fever as I hurried into my SUV. "Niles DeMarco's dead, Tony Rizzio's been shot, Mario Pugliese's dead, and Ollie DiNiro has been shot, Sir," Rocco answered as he continued to wipe the blood and sweat from his face. "Who was it?" I demanded, as I looked back at my cousin. "Who the hell hit me? Who had the gall enough to hit the most potent family without a blessing?"

Chapter 25 • The Letter Everyone was shocked and perplexed to the bone marrow that their mouths went ajar and dry on the situation in front of them. Raymond went to where Romeo was lying in a pull of blood and checked his breath. He was dead. He looked at Yvonne and then at the lifeless body of Romeo. He stood up and started walking towards her, the truth is what he finds really dubious and there is no ambiguity that Yvonne doesn't know Alpha Romeo.

“And who is this?” “Aria,” Adrian said. Something shifted across the old man’s face, recognition arriving slow and then all at once, and whatever filter he might have once possessed clearly hadn’t survived into old age because his expression went straight from confusion to something close to distaste without bothering to pass through anything polite in between. “Aria,” he repeated, like he was testing whether the word tasted as unpleasant as he expected. “The Aria. The one you were so in love with.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Isn’t she supposed to be dead?”

I stand up, and rush to greet them, noticing that there's one person missing. "Celia wasn't with us." Tomaz says, looking stressed. The group is clean, wearing their usual tracksuit, and their wounds had been tended to. Tomaz's eye swelling has gone down, and he notices I'm staring, giving me a slight nod. "I'm going to take the lead on this one. First off, Dr. Rogers is dead. How do I know? I killed him with my bare hands, and dumped his body into a forgotten piece of land. No, I didn't do this of my own free will, my Mother has concocted a strange chemicals that enhance the animal in you. Doesn't stop until you get fresh air." Lu says casually, looking at all of us with a cool face.

My vision blurs as my eyes glow — bright, molten gold — Drago pacing, snarling, spinning. *Mate. Mate. My mate is near.* He’s roaring. “Adrian. Breathe,” Elias says. I can’t. The scent hits again — stronger, sharper. Rosemary. Sage. Cedar. My fingers crack the stone I’m holding. Dust spills down my wrist. My chest heaves. Drago explodes: MATE. FIND HER. NOW. Elias swears. “Alara—your Alpha’s wolf is about to break loose.” I drop the stone.

She was in a room made of cold stone, and the only light came from a single, flickering bulb above her head. The door creaked open, and Romeo stepped in, holding a newspaper. He tossed it onto her lap. The headline, still damp with ink, screamed: GAS LEAK DESTROYS CITY FLAT: ONE FEARED DEAD. "Congratulations, Emmanuella," Romeo said with a cruel, thin smile. "To the rest of the world, you no longer exist. Now, tell me where he went, or things get very, very dark."

Thomas continued, watching Romeo’s reaction “And that’s one reason Mr. Maradona is the way he is today. Because of Joseph’s death.” “Oh,”Romeo said. Soft. “Do you know how Joseph died?” Thomas stopped. because now it was invasive. Now it was wrong A driver asking about the ghost in the house on day one. Thomas’s smile was thin. “You ask a lot of questions for a driver, Romeo.” “Nothing,”Romeo said again, “I’m just curious about my new boss.” Thomas stared at him for three more seconds. Then “Wait here. I’ll call him.”

"I'm the Alpha of this pack. What I say, goes." Kyra smiled, satisfied. "And our baby—" "Will be the most beloved heir," I promised. BANG! My Beta burst in without knocking, his face ashen. "Alpha!" he said, his voice trembling. "Something's happened!" I shot up. "What is it?" "The Luna's plane—" the Beta choked on his words, "it went down." The temperature in the room dropped to freezing. "What?" My voice sounded like it was dragged up from hell.

“You’ll make her proud in your own way, my lady. And if ever you need counsel or strength, my loyalty remains yours — as it was hers.” Leora inclined her head, genuinely touched. “Thank you, General.” He bowed once more, his expression resolute. “Then I’ll take my leave. The realm may be divided, but as long as the Luna’s bloodline stands, Crestwood will never fall.” With that, he turned and left the room, the echo of his boots fading into the hall. Zaria watched him go, then looked at Leora. “He lost everything that night — his wife, his sons — yet he still chose to protect you. Never forget the kind of loyalty that costs a man everything.”

"Whether you believe it or not, Sloane is truly dead." "I told you, Cecilia, don't stand in my way!" In the struggle, Killian's rage boiled over. His Alpha power flared, an invisible wall of force that slammed into my mother. She was thrown back by the immense force, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood. "Mother!" A silent scream tore from my soul, a sound no one could hear. Even though I was dead, the searing pain of the Mate Bond still tore through me.