Tami Roman Book Novels & Stories

Her pussy fluttered and spilled down him onto the book, onto Friday, onto her own name written in the margin from a reminder that didn’t matter anymore. Roman followed her with a low, savage growl. He buried himself and came in heavy pulses, filling her, grinding it deep like he wanted it in the paper too. Ivy felt herself overflow around him, hot, too much, running toward the edge of the desk. He stayed inside her, breathing hard. Then he pulled out and watched it drip onto the appointment book. A thick smear across 'Saturday — closed'. Roman dragged two fingers through it and pushed it back into her. “Leave it,” he said. “Don’t wipe the page.”

“Dude, you look miserable. You need a girlfriend.” Tamashi looks up from the book he was reading, looking visibly irritated. “Can you stop trying to make a me a womanizer for one second? I’m actually trying to finish this book.” “Is it a romance?” “None of your business.” “Ooh, let me see. Is the dude in this story just as boring as you?” “DUDE, let go-“ As Tamashi and his overbearing friend wrestle for the book, a girl sits down in the desk behind Tamashi.

Finally, College Romance is a wrap but there is actually a book I should have posted before it. The story of their parents titled HER PERSONALITY. It's a short book do I will be updating this soon. 🖤🖤HER PERSONALITY🖤🖤 ___________________________ AUTHORESS RICKY _____________________________ ✍️SYNOPSIS✍️ Not every lady want to be a queen that would be pampered by a man or been boss around or just a full house wife.

Tiffany was at least happy, Roman's apartment was nice and comfortable, it was large and spacy. Unlike Brent's black marble floor, Roman's marble floor was white. “Fuck! What's happening to me, Comparing Brent and Roman?” Tiffany sighed, taking a deep breath as she sank into the sofa in Roman's living room. “Hmm, soft.” She hummed in satisfaction. Roman smiled, “Welcome to my place, what can I get you?” he said, spreading his hands just like how the waiters In a restaurant do. Tiffany laughed, “Uhmm, do you have tequila, we could start from there.”

You never know when that might come in handy, like now. “Wait a minute,” Roman says, point to the book. “I know this person.” He says as if his mind is only now collecting the details. He sets down the book and begins punching the number given into his own phone. I can see it’s a phone number to some woman named Chrstina Tarr. “Who is she?” I ask. “Well, before she became a traitor she was a family friend. She and my mom talked about open this shop together.” Roman uses his eyes to indicate he means the very shop in which they now stand.

But then, Tamara ruined it all by wanting to marry Alpha Dante. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. How long had she been planning to leave me for him? I needed to know. I began searching through the room, rifling through drawers, pulling out her belongings, looking for any sign that she had been in contact with Dante. My hands shook with frustration as I tore the place apart. And then, near the fireplace, I saw it—a journal, half-burnt, the edges charred. She must have tried to destroy it before she left.

As Roman takes off the rest of her dress, she raises a brow, laying on her desk in just panties and a cloud of irritation. "This isn't fair," she mutters, unwrapping her legs from around his waist, and kneeling upon the desk. He smirks as she unleashes her claws on her right hand, dragging them down the middle of his chest and shredding the shirt. His eyes darken as she runs her hand along the panes of his chest, a smirk on her face as she unbuttons his shorts. Booker is having what sounds like an asthma attack in Roman's mind. I can't believe this is finally happening, Booker howls, and Roman bites his lip, his eyes never leaving Avery.

She is smiling like she found something that just made her day. “What’s with the books?” Romy bounced onto the bed, “First, the romance book section in your library is awesome. We totally need to check it out together. Second, I got these pack law books. These are the first two of four.” I smiled. Of course, she had already gone to the library. Her weapon is her mind and sharp tongue. She uses them well, too. “Did you find something interesting?”

Alana questioned, clearly unimpressed by Damien's character. A small smirk appeared at the corner of Damien's lips as he heard her refer to herself as Roman's woman. "Well, how do I put it," he began, rolling up his shirt sleeves. "Roman is like an apple with one side sweet and savory, the other side bad and rotten," he paused, his gaze shifting towards the entrance. Following his line of sight, Alana noticed Roman approaching them. Seizing the moment, Damien leaned in closer to Alana while she was distracted by Roman's arrival.

JUNE: I shut the book tight. Fast enough like it was some deadly piece in my hand. What the hell was that? I met Romy's eyes, the wide-eyed girl already knew what she had done. She had slipped the book into my hand right before we boarded the bus for the long trip. “What book is this?” I had asked, eyes fixed on the cover. “Another romance book,” she answered. “Just something to keep your raging mind focused during the trip.”