Romans & histoires Savanti Romero

He obeyed and turned around and hastily, I got rid of the dress, threw it at him and wore the stupid robe he gave me. “What's the deal about?” He picked up the dress that fell and faced me. “It's very simple. It's a win for you because I'm the best Don ever.” He was trying to be funny, but nothing was fucking funny. “What the hell are you saying, Don Roman Moretti?”

while trying not to think about how personal that reaction had felt. wikiHow stared back at him mockingly. Ask the ghost to leave. Absolutely not. Cleanse your home with white candles and lavender incense. He stared at the screen. “Does the color really matter?” Salt rings. Protective crystals. Ben snorted. He was really doing this. He crept around his house like a criminal, lighting the candles he had and pouring salt in a shaky circle around his bed. The room smelled aggressively like vanilla and pumpkin spice. He stared at the thin line of salt.

I shrugged. Romeo raised one brow, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Yeah... I like honesty.” He stepped closer to the bed, moving slowly. “But here’s a free piece of advice: do not try anything with him. If Ravok doesn’t kill you, Sorvane will.” My heart kicked hard in my chest, but I did not let it show. Who the hell was Sorvane? “Sorvane? Is that what you people call your excuse for being monsters?”

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?”

“Vivian! That’s amazing! Congratulations! Wait—why do you look miserable?” “Because,” I said slowly, “the CEO… my new boss… is Zane Wilde.” Amanda’s smile froze. “I’m sorry. Who?” “Zane. Wilde.” She blinked twice. Then again. “Zane Wilde as in the billionaire everyone is terrified of?” “Yes.” “Zane Wilde as in the man with an alleged body count of broken hearts and ruined women?” “Yes.” “As in the Zane Wilde? Tall, rich, rumored to be a demon in a suit?”

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.”

Oliver snaps back. Sam hangs his head in shame as Oliver calls him out, Ryan releases him allowing him to slump back into his seat, “I had to go and collect something, I tried to get to Soph, but I couldn’t get there quickly enough,” he mumbles as he turns his eyes to meet mine. He grabs my hand pleadingly, and whispers “forgive me?” as he caresses my hand. Awkward silence spreads through the room with our even more awkward interaction. I hear the rumblings of a growl from across the table. As I look up Oliver looks absolutely pissed off, his eyes gold as he fights to control his wolf.

I have already gone through all that was to know about him. Dante Romano, twenty-seven-year-old single father who owns a high-end nightclub by the name Eclipse Lounge. Not only that, he has another business. A popular Restaurant in the state and a branch in Singapore. He's a man that travels around a lot. There wasn't much information about his personal life apart from him being a single father and a sex maniac. There was no other information beyond that.

What the hell was wrong with her? He chuckled lightly, smoothing back her damp hair before he picked her up and walked back to the bedroom. “Patience, petarda. We have all night.” ______________________________________________ Romero cocked his head as he smirked at his laptop screen, his eyes narrowing as he reread the scathing email he’d received from one of his disgruntled investors. Demanding returns, giving ultimatums, and issuing a long list of threats. While Romero wanted to make good on his word, he would not be intimidated by anyone. Senator Colt was a loudmouth and that was all there was to him. He would never spew such nonsense in Romero’s presence.