The Story Of Romans Novels & Stories

“I don’t care if she cries, faints, or sells Ryan’s kidneys to pay off her debts. She can figure it out.” Roman’s lips parted, but no sound came out for a long moment. His eyes glistened strangely, and then he whispered, “I’m not here for Julia. I… I came for myself.” That stilled me. Roman? The eternal mediator, the peacemaker, the guy who could smile through a hurricane? He had never once shown me weakness, not even when he learned of Ryan and Julia’s fornication. “What do you mean, yourself?” I asked, lowering my arms but keeping my distance.

“She was the she-wolf who discovered the twins Romulus and Remus. She raised them, kept them safe. Then when they grew up, they founded Rome.” A myriad of Lucifer’s memories echoed in the others’ minds, and filled with the general gist of the old Roman myth. “Nice name,” the wolf replied as she bit down on another sentry. “But inaccurate. You two found me, not the opposite.” “Plus, Romulus killed Remus,” added Freya. “Over a really stupid argument, too.” “Fine, fine. How about Cerberus?” Lucifer asked. “Three headed hell dog who guarded the gates of the Underworld and kept the dead from escaping?”

If I had to map out the criminal activities of Viktor Romano or his family so far, stealing a slave girl would be at the bottom of the list of his transgressions. “And here I thought Romano men didn’t prefer slave girls,” I mumbled. The Romanos never dealt in human trafficking. But that doesn’t mean they were saints. Their empire was built on countless dead bodies. They have had enough blood on their hands to earn a one-way ticket to hell anyway.

She quizzed playing with his hair as he tried to comb it down. She knew her husband holds a grudge on his twin brother and he doesn't have to the intention of letting it go. His expression changed, this is not the time to talk about a traitor. Hassan betrayed his trust back then and people wants him to forgive, even his wife. " Why don't you go and see him since he is your father"He snarled removing her hands from his hair. " Are you coming or not? " He asked holding the door. Nafisa badly wants to stay back and console herself but she had to follow and see the beautiful Acropolis Museum. She did nothing wrong, she was only trying to get him back with his brother. Brothers are meant to be

She hesitated, then asked, “Why don’t you want to go back to Rome?” Roman exhaled a long stream of smoke, his voice flat. “Bad childhood memories.” Alana considered pressing further, but before she could, Roman spoke again, his words heavy with pain. “My mother married a monster. Every moment of her life with my father was hell. He beat her. Raped her in front of his men. Sometimes he gave her to them, like she was nothing.” He took another drag, his eyes fixed at nothing in particular. “I was five when she tried to escape. She filed for divorce, planned to run away with her lover. My father never knew that her lover was Giovanni. Though the plan never worked out."

Roman tells him. Roman’s eyes go down to the guys below, watching a scrawny looking guy dominate a guy who looks like he drinks blood for living. He didn’t find the fight as interesting as the rest of the people did. He was here for a reason. He was meeting with Rowan Priest. An old friend. They were talking business. Opening a trade route from Italy to here in the States. He hasn’t seen Rowan in years. Not since before Rowan married his current wife Grace.

Recording is over. Roman left the office of the journalist of the famous magazine and went back to his ordinary life with unusual events, because miracles always happen in his life now, and he is afraid not to have time to experience moments of freedom, happiness, love and dreams...

In Roman's arms, I found solace and strength, a sanctuary where I could be myself without reservation. As the night settled in around us, I knew that the journey ahead wouldn't be easy. The search for answers, the pursuit of justice – they were challenges that loomed on the horizon. But with Roman as my partner, my confidant, and my love, I was ready to face whatever came our way.

he corrected, pulling on my nipples even harder until I cried out. Wanting to push him just a little, I hummed and waited for the next chance not to call him alpha the way he wanted. I needed to reclaim some of the control I had held earlierthe only time I seemed able to focus on anything other than Draven, my parents, and The Council. “Question two: when thrown out of their home, who raised Romulus and Remus” “A shepherd, Professor Vance,” I answered before he could finish. He growled in my ear, making my pussy clench, then pulled his fingers away from my breasts, refusing to touch them until I answered correctly. “Before the shepherd found them.”

One. The words glowed like embers on the page, and a strange energy coursed through my fingers. "This… is what we feel," I murmured, my voice breaking. "Keep going," Icarus said, pointing at the next line: ‘But Romã wanted more than protection. He wanted vengeance. And that… that nearly destroyed us.’ I read on, but the knot in my stomach tightened. ‘I begged Romã to let go of his vengeance. To run away with me. To forge a new path far from my family’s hatred. But he did not listen.’