Romeo Novels & Stories

he asked, tilting his head toward the empty seat. "Sure. Sit," Daisy said. Romeo slid into the chair, his presence filling the small space between them. "So… what's your friend's name?" "Her name is Lessy," Daisy lied smoothly. "Lessy," Romeo repeated, as if tasting the sound. "Nice name. I'm Romeo." He extended his hand toward Alessia. She hesitated a fraction before shaking it, his grip firm and warm. Daisy leaned in, her tone turning casual but curious. "So… why aren't you with your madam, Seraphina?"

"Marcus?" Grey shrugged, but there was nothing casual about the way he pulled one strap of his backpack over his shoulder. I looked toward the parking lot. Marcus was trying to close his car door without knocking the crate sideways. Nothing about the scene made sense. Marcus had spent the afternoon carrying plastic fruit and complaining about his sister. Ten minutes ago he'd discovered somebody had put Romeo's dagger in the box labelled FOOD and acted personally betrayed by it. I'd eaten the crackers he'd bought me, he'd loosened my water bottle, and that had been the extent of our great romance.

“You should be proud. Not every human gets this close to the King and lives to tell about it.” “I do not know what you are talking about,” I replied, spine straight, fingers digging into the blanket. Romeo gave a short, humorless laugh. He picked up a glass, filled it with water, and placed it on the dresser next to the clean clothes. Every move was slow and calculated. “Of course you do. You think I can’t tell when someone’s plotting something? It’s always in the eyes, and yours are hungry.” He finally turned to face me. “And it’s not hunger for food.”

Alexander: You're a beautiful flower that I'm starting to really like. I squealed silently...if that's even possible...in excitement, a goofy grin overtaking my features. This was definitely a scene straight out of one of my romance novels. Rosette: So in this category, what do I call you? Best to play it safe for now. Alexander: Choose Rosette: What if I don't want to? Alexander: You have to, so please do. Rosette: Fine Rosette: Alexander No reply, I waited for what seemed like minutes but was actually just seconds.

I just needed a friend. “Promise. Pinky swear,” Romeo said, holding up his hand. “And we’ll beat that boylet of yours—whoever he is!” He and Rose moved closer. “It’s… Jazper Ray Gibson,” I whispered. “Fucking bullshit!” Romeo shouted. Rose slapped my arm. “Shit! So the rumors were true? You won the freaking bidding?! Girl, what the hell—how to be you?!”

Romeo answers, "She knew what she wanted and got it, and she was rarely ever wrong when she did such. Still, your reasons are valid and also why I had chosen you as her betrothed. Many people would jump at the opportunity to have ties with the Italian Mafia and yet, you hesitate because you truly care for her, and I know you don't fake it because I know you, Alexander Wolfe. I know you more than you even know yourself." The words would scare someone else, but they calm me in a way. My Father never acted as one to me and the only one similar enough to the title would be Romeo Rossi. Asides from the gifts and smiles he gave, we ba

“That’s it, Dad. I know very well what I'm talking about. You also know it, but you pretend you don’t know.” - Romeo, being far from here doesn't give you the right to disrespect me. Romeo looks to the side and calls Julius. He gives his hand to Romeo and enters the space where Vlad can see him. Vlad turns red with rage and hisss. - What is that mutt doing with you? Romeu, you are going to make me look for you, and you won't like what I'm going to do to that dog. “Father, this is Julius, my destined mate I love above all else.”

"Fuck you, Langit!" Alvaro Zeinial Alexander, the younger brother of Keira and the same person as the man who claimed to be Cherry's lover. From that moment on, he chose to wipe out those who were responsible for his sister's death.

Romeo cleared the plate and cup and I thought over what he said about not loving a fake girl. I pushed the thought out of my mind, it's not like I'm going to fall in love with him or something so it was nothing to worry about. I glare at the time across the wall and gasps. 3:30pm and today was Thursday. Romeo didn't go to work today. I didn't particularly have any schedule today but I did realize time was far spent. "Romeo what's your full name?" I asked, suddenly curious about it. "Romeo James Cameron why?" He replied handling me a glass of water.

I’m just hoping it’ll not rain or else I’ll get no sleep. “I’m sorry,” I lift my head to see the man I am looking for these past days to some and help me. “Angelo, you’re here,” I said sobbing. He kneeled down to cup my face and wipe my tears out. “I hesitated when I realized you are a Sagittarius, I’m sorry. Seeing you like this changed my mind,” he continued though I don’t understand a word. I don’t want to understand anything too. All I want is to get out. “Please help me.” “I will.”