Savanti Romero Novels & Stories

He never took his eyes off her. "Now you remember, Scaredy Scarlett!" Romero teased as his eyes turned into slits from smiling too much. His innocent little doll was back… Just this time, she was ravishing. Romero took off to the train station earlier than expected after hearing about Scarlett's return. He was quite annoyed that someone had dared to wake him up from his nap, until he heard it was her. The little doll he dreamed of for years. But of course he was Lovato's most trusted hitsman, so he had good information of Scarlett's whereabouts; otherwise Romero wouldn't be there just yet.

My pussy, wait not even my pussy, that thing can't fit my mouth. “ You can stop staring now, Samantha!” Maximo shouts before he smirks at me. Santino however, marches forward, one foot in front of the other. I look around. “ Don't even think about it or I will burn you alive!” Maximo yells. Santino in all his naked glory makes it near me and I can't control my eyes. Near, it looks even more huge than it did where he was standing. My jaw drops. “ Try what you did again, and I will let you fall to your death,” He growls, his sapphire eyes chilling me down. His voice is sharper than any edge, and I can feel it cutting me down.

“I won’t speak on her but I will tell you to be careful with her. She might be your karma.” I almost laughed. Dante was too practical to believe in karma. “She not my karma—” “The things we’ve done are enough for karma to be real.” “Either way, Viola is not my karma. If you met her, you would know she’s a good wife and a pleasant person to be around. She also has something about her that pulls people to her. Even Lucia is warming up to her.” He shook his head and stared at me incredulously. “I’ve never heard you say someone is pleasant to be around. What is that girl giving you? She’s the daughter of the biggest snake in the game. Are you sure you want to warm up to her?”

Rio asked, his eyes widening, as Levante studied him for a moment before responding. "Elena and Damon are victims of the DT-15 outbreak..." Levante began, and Rio's eyes widened further. "The drug?" Levante nodded. "As a scientist, I love to experiment, so I discovered DT-15. I call it 'The Super Drug.' It works wonders. Forget cocaine, marijuana, or any other drugs like that. DT-15 was a game-changer. If it had been produced on a large scale, Romano Pharmaceuticals would have been unbeatable in the world. But the drug's production faced an obstacle—Elena's father. He was a fervent opponent, and it cost him his life. May his soul rest in peace." Levante feigned a sorrowful expression. Rio ey

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 1: Partners . Aiden Morales was known to be a top student in more ways than one. He had straight As, was great at sports, could do just about anything and had good looks to top it off. He was just about perfect. But even with all of these great achievements, he had a flaw—though he would never admit it as one. Aiden Morales had no friends, not a single one.

"Dante! Hell of a fight!" I turn and see Santino Romano heading toward me. He's one of the old guard, runs territory in the north. I need his vote. "Santino." I shake his hand, firm but not crushing. "Good to see you." "Likewise, likewise. That knockout in the third? Beautiful. Clean. Efficient. This is what we need in a Pakhan—someone who knows how to end things quickly." I smile because that's what he wants to see. "I appreciate that. Your support would mean a lot."

“Come inside.” I dried his hair with a towel while he sat silently at the edge of the couch. The scent of chicken tinola filled the small space—his homemade dinner, spiced exactly how I liked it. I didn’t have to ask. “You’re not afraid this is all for nothing?” I asked quietly, towel still in my hand. Romero looked up at me with an expression I hadn’t seen in years. Devotion. Not the kind forged by obsession or longing—but by choice. “I’m not doing this for a reward, Carmenta,” he said. “I’m doing this because you deserve to see what love looks like without pain in its hands.”

But he just stepped closer, extending his hand again. "I'm Roberto." "Roberto el Demonio Cárdenas."

I calmed myself down and looked at him expectantly. He spoke; "I'm gay, Aito" What? I blinked. "I'm gay and I'm in love with you" ... ... Fuck.

Instead, she was lying in a hospital bed, in a pale blue hospital gown, and I did not know if I had the courage to look at her. A day ago, we received an anonymous call from a woman from California working for Sauveterre Enterprises, stating that they had found a woman named Samantha Romano. We were skeptical at first, knowing it could very well be a trap. It was then decided that while Marco and Viktor would stay back in Chicago, Alessandro Romano, Dominic, and I would leave for California. And when we did, surprisingly, the information checked out. Two brothers, Edward and Daniel Sauveterre, got into business with the cartel, who in turn fucked them. When they chased the shipment, they man