Romo's Restaurant Novels & Stories

The restaurant was rich in Cadethian culture and had its vintage charm with vermillion pillars, gilded plaques, and wooden railings carved with images of tigers and other beasts. Summer loved places like this; being here gave her a unique sense of belonging. Even though she had lived in Rosseera City for quite a while, she hadn't known there was such a restaurant in the city center. When the waiter handed over the menu and inadvertently addressed James as "Mr. Quigley," Summer began to suspect that James might own the restaurant. Even though everyone knew that James was the president of Quigley Group, the typical reaction upon seeing him was surprise. Yet, the waiter who had just seen James

His hair looked a bit rough, like he had run his hands through them a countless number of times. “You look lovely as always, princess.” Roman says when I'm finally settled in my chair. I feel a faint blush coating my cheeks. I do not know how to respond to that so I do not even try to respond. I had taken the chair directly opposite from him, not concerned about the crazy amount of space in between us, i couldn't risk being close to him even for one second. Dinner is served and I haven't eaten anything more delicious than this in a long while. The food for one moment makes me forget my reason for being here.

I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. As we perused the menu, Alessandro, our server, arrived with a warm smile. "Buona sera! Welcome to Bella Vita. I'll be taking care of you tonight. May I start by bringing you some antipasti?" Romario nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, please. We'll have the Bruschetta and Insalata Caprese." Alessandro nodded and disappeared, returning with a tray bearing two steaming dishes. The aroma of fresh tomatoes and basil wafted up, making my stomach growl with anticipation.

People walking around, some of them are laughing and some are just walking in a fast pace. After five minutes of walking, a restaurant finally come into view. Ristorante Moma. My soul seems to jump in joy once we step inside. The smell of pasta, grated cheese and black peppers somehow attracts me. I find myself sniffing the smell and I smile to myself unknowingly. Alex finds a table for us to sit and he sits down, putting both of his hands on the table. I sit the opposite from him, so that we are face to face. He looks around until a waitress walk toward us, smiling, ''Pronto per l'ordine?'' She asks.

I declined him politely and tired to walk back when he harshly pulled me back by my arm and I ended up crashing on his chest. “What the…” my words died in my mouth when Alexander passively snaked his arm around my waist and said “Are you trying hard to get Victoria? It’s just a lunch, a simple lunch at ‘Pomeceile restaurant’” Pomeceile Restaurants was one of famous and most expensive Italian cuisine restaurant in New York, it is also close to Knight.inc “Pomeceile Restaurant?” I whispered lowly “Yes, I know you like Italian cuisine and Pomeceile It is one of famous Italian cuisine restaurant in New York” Alex replied sounding enthusiastic, hearing his words I straighten my back and pulled my

“I’m starving.” Rome wasn’t sure why his father even bothered to look at the menu. He’d order the same thing he always did at an Italian restaurant, but Monty pored through it anyway, mumbling to himself as he searched for something appetizing. Rome’s mother ordered the osso buco while her husband continued to try to decide. “I’ll have the lasagna,” Rome said, without even opening the menu. He wasn’t hungry anyway--why bother looking at the menu? Every Italian restaurant had lasagna. Eventually, Monty closed his menu and said, “Spaghetti and meatballs. Extra meatballs.”

Stefan “Well, well, Stefan Rossi in my restaurant. Today must be my lucky day,” Kingston, the owner of the five star rooftop restaurant, beamed as he approached our table. I barely looked up as I took the menu from his hand. “Kingston, good to see you,” I said coolly, scanning the selections while Oliver beside me ordered without hesitation. “It’s an honour, boss,” Kingston grinned, bowing slightly before turning away. “Clear this floor,” I called out as he walked off. “I don’t want a single soul here but us.”

she replied. "Nothing much... Means something happened," I said. "Well... I'll be fucking someone today," she replied making me choke on my spit. "You'll be doing what?" I asked like I had not just heard what she said. "You heard me right," she replied. "But.... What about your mate?" I questioned. "Look... Rosie. I'm an Omega. I accept my fate that my mate may probably never accept me when he realizes who I am," she responded. " So ... It's best I enjoy my life before I get old."

I don't know if he's flirting with me or just being nice. ​I called the bartender. "Serve them the best meal we have here, if you don't mind, use my best recipe. I'll treat them both." ​"Sirs, you should accept that one-time offer. Her recipe is the most popular thing here. You'll never regret it." Before the two could even answer, the bartender was gone from in front of us. ​"We cannot say no to you. We're hungry, too," Oliver said. Wait, babe, what kind of hungry is that?

Buskers were strumming guitars beside a fountain, children were kicking a football against an ancient brick wall, and the air was thick with the intoxicating scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and fresh bread. Adrian would have had a panic attack just looking at the lack of hand sanitizer in the vicinity. Romeo confidently placed his hand on the small of my back—not pushing, just guiding—and steered me toward a lively, overflowing restaurant with mismatched wooden tables spilling out onto the sidewalk. “Dr. Rossi!” A massive man in a flour-dusted apron practically bulldozed his way through the crowded patio, throwing his arms wide. “You haven’t visited us in months! I was beginning to think