Savanti Romero Novels & Stories

It was so sick and he felt his anger building as Santini headed toward him, ‘Ahhhh Don Romero, così buono da parte tua venire stasera so quanto sei occupato’ [Ahhhh Don Romero, so good of you to come tonight I know how busy you are] He sneered at the younger man deliberately antagonising him, ‘Hai fatto la tua offerta? Sono sicuro che potresti insegnare a questa piccola cagna una cosa o due.’ [Have you placed your bid? I am sure you could teach this little bitch a thing or two.]

Aurelio said calmly, yet his words carried a weight that made the man look at Aurelio. He was dressed in all black. A snake tattoo covered his arms and neck. He was holding a glass of tequila, his other hand in his pocket. The only color he had on his body was the silver ring he was putting on. Salvatore Romano. A man powerful enough to control all the political activities going on in the state. His wealth was not something to speak of and then his global domain which spans globally. "You have already sat down without me asking you to. Interesting,"

“Especially if he’s not bright.” “I’m not stupid,” I growl. I hear a collective gasp and the forest goes quiet. “Kieran’s wolf Samson has been going feral. He’s a bit short-tempered, but I assure you that he’s not slow. He’s just never met any of the fae before. So, will you introduce your group Firo?” Reagan says. A small little ...sprite flits forward. “I am Firo,” he says formally as if he’s some sort of royal. Maybe he is. How the hell would I know? He crosses his arm over his body and bows.

It was calm and peaceful but almost like a whisper like there was something stuck in the speaker's throat making their voice come out as if, along with white noise. The both of them turned around to the speaker, it was none other than Jelena Savage herself! The Coalition Chieftess of the Als race!

Xavier: When she first mentioned the name, something in me went still. “Lorenzo D’Amaris,” Valerie said with a small, almost relieved smile, setting the file on the desk. “He’s interested in investing in the new firm. It’s all legitimate, I checked everything twice. He seems professional. I am still checking things out, but the idea of someone wanting to invest is making me happy.” I forced my expression to stay neutral even as my instincts sharpened. “D’Amaris?” I repeated, slowly. “Where’s he from?”

“You—oh my God. You met with him?” "Met with who?" I asked, trying hard to deny it. "Zane Wilde..." Amanda replied, "He is a very dangerous man," I forced my spine straight, gripping a glass of champagne so tightly my knuckles ached. “Excuse me,” I muttered to Amanda, desperate to escape before I did something reckless. But Zane beat me to it. His deep voice carried effortlessly, though it was pitched just low enough that it felt like a secret meant for me. “Vivian.”

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

I asked, stopping him and Ezra shook his head. “You grandmother was an omega that I did not accept. Much like Diego, I chose to hide my mating bond. But I had different reasons. Diego did it for power, maybe lust, but what he has with Renata is not what I can call love. The woman has an obsession, maybe, but the man doesn’t love her the way that she loves him. And the purity that he sees in you, the way that he looks at you is not the one that he looks at her.” Mario said, and I looked down at my lap. The man sat beside me, and I wrapped my arm around myself. “I am going to tell you something that I wished someone told me when I was your age.”

I doubted he was unaware that Cassian and I had just had a moment but I did not have a way to prove it. “Romero,” I said, opening the door. “W-What are you doing?” Romero pulled back from his kiss. “Sorry, I lost my mind there for a second.” I turned to the woman he had pressed against the wall, one of his hands in her shirt. “Sandy?” Sandra was Harry’s little sister. She just turned eighteen a few months ago. “What is happening here?” Kaden asked behind me. Romero’s hand did not stop wandering inside her shirt. “You said you wanted me to talk to my sister. Consider it a favour in exchange for this princess to go home with me.”