Romo's Restaurant Novels & Stories

She said, stepping aside to let him in. As he walked through the door, I couldn't help but notice the way he and Elyse exchanged glances. “I think we should use the dinning instead” I suggested. “Yeah, sure” Once inside, Romano took a seat at the table. “What do I get you?” Elyse asked “Nothing, really. Just water” “What do you mean, just water?” Elyse shot him a glare “There's Oreos, jalebis, tacos, seltzer water, home made lemonade and lemon meringue”

“I aim to impress.” We drive in comfortable silence the rest of the way, a convoy of cars following us. It’s not every day the Alpha and Luna go out on a date. I’m actually quite nervous, the last time Roman took me out, he was pretending to be Jay. Gods, that feels like a lifetime ago. Finally, Roman pulls the Maserati into the parking lot of an Italian restaurant that oozes authenticity, from the warm, muted colors of its façade to the faint smell of garlic and basil wafting out.

He says it’s our bond, but I don’t know how that’s possible, and I’ve never heard of it being done before; a bond taking over a body. “Of course.” She says with a smile on her face and amusement in her eyes, and then she leaves and goes to the kitchen. We’re at our previous positions with Rome sitting next to me. “The food’s gone cold.” King pouts. Just then, Luna Daisy pokes her had out of the kitchen doorway. “You didn’t answer my question, Romulus, are you allergic to anything, or is there something you don’t like?” “I’m not, but I’m also not a huge fan of spicy food.” She nods and goes back inside.

I gulped pretending not to notice how ravaging he looked. “you look gorgeous” he complimented. “you too” I replied. He laughed and took my hand. We both walked out together to the car. The driver took us to a french restaurant, one of the most expensive in town. It was filled with rich people. “welcome, Mr Romero, this way please” the manager said immediately we walked in. He led us to a more private place and showed us our seat. It was two huge leather seats with a table in the middle. There was a glass window that was tinted beside the seats. I sat down and roman sat opposite me.

She looked so fragile, like the wrong word might shatter her completely. "Hunter?" Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Yeah?" "Can you stop at Romano's Pastry? The one on Fifth?" I glanced at her, surprised. It wasn't what I'd expected her to say. "Of course." ********************* Romano's was a small, family-owned shop with display cases full of cannoli, tiramisu, and garnished cakes that belonged in art museums. The smell of vanilla and espresso should have been comforting, but watching Celine move through the space like a sleepwalker made my chest tight with worry.

"I'd like the table to have some fresh bread and a bottle of avocado oil for dipping. For my meal, I would like to order the Rome-style carbonara and cacio e p**e. For Sarah, I’ve chosen a Southern Italy specialty—Orecchiette with broccoli rabe—along with a side of white wine to complement the dishes. Our meal arrived promptly, and as we began eating, Sarah started with some questions. "Where did you grow up?" she asked. I responded that I grew up in a small town not far from here. Sarah continued to ask me a series of questions, and I answered each one honestly. I didn't mention that I am a wolf, but I explained the things I have done and continue to do as an Alpha without telling her that

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."

Taryn Vescari Viviana Orsini was fantastic during her training shift with me at Roma Corner Bistro. She got the hang of the floor quickly and wasn't easily thrown off by our rowdier syndicate customers. By the next afternoon, I started letting her take tables by herself, and I wasn't quite as stressed as I had been the last several weeks. I might even get an actual day off on occasion.

Rosy had just gotten out of The Kitchen Restaurant. It's a new restaurant in Oxagon but their food is very tasty which is why they have a lot of people come to buy from them. She had bought chicken and fries. She walked to where she parked her car. She kept the food in the back seat while she hopped into the driver's seat. She tightened her seat belt and raising her head, she saw Mr. Wright and Cassandra. Cassandra wore a black gown and Mr. Wright was in a suit. Rosy couldn't take her eyes off them as she was surprised to see the two villains in her life together.

Elaine and Trevor made the whole thing easier. Afterward, Elaine approached me. “Why don’t you join us for lunch, Miss Emma? Mr. Smith would love to meet you.” “Mr. Smith?” “Yeah, the Chairman and owner of Roma,” Elaine said. “Something came up that made him miss this meeting.” “I see. Well, I would gladly accept the invite.” With that, the couple led me outside, and we all walked down the road. Two blocks away from the building, we reached a certain Mexican restaurant.