Tami Roman Book Novels & Stories

Roman’s presence always did that: dragged old instincts to the surface like blood rising in water. Roman leaned one hip against the counter. Arms crossed. Sleeves of his black button-down still rolled to the elbows, exposing the ink that mirrored Damien’s own down to the last jagged claw on the bear’s paw, the same Cyrillic script curling along the inside of his forearm. So identical that Damien sometimes felt his past was inescapable. “So,” Roman said. Voice low. Calm. The kind of calm that made people check their exits. “The email.” Damien exhaled sharply through his nose, trying and failing to remain calm.

She wanted to deny it but she couldn't because what Tamara had said was true. Tamara sighed. She bend down in front of Rosie, forcing Rosie to look at her. "That's the same book I caught you staring at when I was in Paris a year ago, the one you kept on your bedside table. It's the one Anthony gave you, isn't it?" Rosie bit down on her bottom lip, hard. She stared back at Tamara, trying to keep a blank look on her face. "It's a good book." Tamara shot Rosie a flat look. "Is it Milo? Is that why you're trying so hard to continue keeping yourself away from Anthony?"

If winning her back meant burning the kitchen, so be it. Tania’s POV*** I stormed back into the hotel room and slammed the door shut. The doctor was gone. My mind raced. How did Roman find out? Someone had betrayed me. I ripped the sheets off my body and threw them aside. My reflection in the mirror looked wild, unrecognizable. Someone had played me, and I wasn’t sure who. I had him. I had Roman wrapped around my fingers. And now I’d lost him. My chest heaved as I tried to breathe. He mentioned that old file. The one from years ago. The only people who knew about it were me, and Zara.

It feels like he has rehearsed this for a while. “I’m sure that nosy little maid bitch won’t think the same way wherever she is. Hell, I hope.” Tammy. The maid who tried to tell me about Mike three years ago. Tammy whose murder was framed into a burglary. Roman killed her and he’s shamelessly agreeing to it. Then I suddenly realize that the fear I feel isn’t for my life, it’s for Kian. Roman killed Tammy and he is definitely more than capable of killing an entire room of people.

But she wouldn't do that, so it must have just skipped a couple of us. "You can come to the office a little later if you want to sleep in, I'll tell Max to come back" Roman says in his sexy as hell morning voice. Hmmm, tempting. But I'm already awake and the sooner I get started the sooner I finish for the day. "No, I'll come. Just don't expect me to be able to hold a conversation. And get me coffee. Lots of coffee" I say, willing myself to get out of bed as he chuckles. I haven't heard from Tamisra since I found out what we were, she wasn't upset, I think she was just trying to understand it, like me. She hasn't blocked me off or anything.

I stared at the note for a long time before folding it carefully and slipping it into my drawer. When Ava called later, I tried to sound normal. “You sound distracted,” she said immediately. “Everything okay?” “Yeah, just tired,” I lied. “Lena,” she said in that knowing tone of hers, “I know that voice. Spill.” I hesitated, glancing toward the window where the sunlight was spilling over the crib. “Roman got a message last night. Something about someone from his past.” “Oh, God. What kind of past?” “I don’t know,” I admitted. “He said her name was Amelia. That she’s unstable.”

3 years ago had been passed.. Loki almost forgot everything about her traumatic past. Soon enough, She looked at her mobile phone and remembered it was a day off from her exhausting part-time job. She stood up as if her posture was showing a bit sluggish and yawning. She stretched her both arms and looked up at the window, as well as the air passing through her short purple hair. Loki went to the bathroom. She looked forward to the mirror, smiled happily, as if the worst broke up was gone. After Loki took a bath, she did a grooming routine and left her house.

Leon The house was too quiet, and I hated it. I sat in my office, leaning back in the chair with a glass of whiskey that had already lost its edge. Papers were scattered across the desk…shipments delayed, accounts frozen, whispers of my name in cities I no longer had control of. The Romano retaliation was louder than expected, and every night the circle felt like it was tightening around me. Still, through the silence, I heard her voice. Tamara’s laugh drifted in faintly from down the hall. It wasn’t loud, not the kind of laugh that shook the walls, but it was soft, careful, like she was giving just enough to make the sound convincing.

he added. "I don't care! You just don't call me ever! Unless on our agreed date. Some people don't trust me yet. I cannot make any mistakes now," Elena said firmly. "Yeah, I understand, ma'am," Ryan said. "So?" Elena asked afterwards. "I think we might be able to bring them down this time," he said. Elena felt her heart leap in joy. Finally. "Go ahead. Mr. Romano has a sickness. One that no one knows, not even his own father," he started.

she nodded affirmatively and turned to face the calendar “what do all these circled dates mean?” ‘Oh you see, I circle the dates ahead so we can know when the full moon is coming and I can keep teaching Roman how to control his shift so he won’t.. You know murder people like you’re about to tomorrow” He shrugged “Stop scaring her Lucas” Roman walked in with a bowl of water and a white rag “Isn’t that what’s going to happen to her?” Lucas turned to follow Roman who was heading towards where Sophie was placed in the living room “Not if we help her, after all I did this to her” Roman’s tone became subtle and almost sounds regretful, he and Harley made eye contact and she couldn’t look away