Novel & Cerita The Story Of Romans

– Romulus said. - So, I looked for a solution, I went until I saw that the world was changing that I was visited by a prophet, then, I thought about my future that was not there, with that, I took my belongings, clothes, riches, I devoured it as a sacrifice for years, seven children, leaving Lycaon in power, as my only living son, so in the midst of my journey, I faced two descendants, beat them and ate them, then, as I did the first time, I left. - For ages, I took root a legacy, and made various clans, riches, then changed names, so I could build a new empire when another fell.

The world did not yet know it, but Rome had begun to bleed. Far from the shadows of Dante Moretti’s empire and the ruins of the Marcello estate, a new storm was brewing—silent, patient, and deadly. In the vaulted crypt beneath Geneva, surrounded by sealed documents and codes older than the Council itself, the Romanos had returned from the grave. Not just to haunt. But to reign. Geneva – Council Vaults Giordano Romano moved like a man reborn, the years in hiding etched into the lines of his face, not with weakness, but with fury sharpened into resolve.

“But can you change back for this moment? We need to hear all the details from both of you.” “Well, you already heard from him. Let him go and you will hear from my side of the story.” Closing his eyes, Roman rubbed his forehead. This was going nowhere, with that thought, he raised from his seat. “Let’s move to the living room.” Then he left them. Roman turned around to see the three youngest people entered living room. He had a book in his hand. Gesturing for them to sit down, he pulled his hand up to show them the book.

But that was never enough for them, they kept pressuring me for more, they wanted me to find a guy to date uncaring that I'm gay, not bi, I'm completely into woman and woman alone, but did they give one freaking fuck, heck no! That's when I met Roman, the son of the company CEO, he was a great choice, except for one tiny problem, he wasn't interested, I tried to do my usual style with him, to talk him into just being with me even if it's for a date or two before I could call it off. Even his mother approved of our non-existent relation. Long, well extremely long story short, he rejected me, but that wasn't enough for me, and neither for him, the little brat decided to take his revenge on me

Romeo was still lying in bed, trying to recall the lastest events that occurred in past few days including the day he landed in a hospital bed. He remembered talking to Julius. "What do they mean Julius is dead but we spoke only a few hours ago?" he asked himself. To him it felt real that he had a real talk with Julius. He told him that he should go back and fix the whole situation. He told him that one of then must go back and finish where they left off. "Go back and finish where we left off", he repeated those words

he rasped. Lucia observed him for a moment. The Romanos weren't just gods in the business world but also when it came to romance. In the blink of an eye, she found herself yearning for him in his arms, foolishly and shamelessly. "I don't think getting to know you is a wise thing, Mr. Romano," she spoke against her own thoughts. Fool! She scolded herself. You want him. Just tell him. In that moment, Lucia silently prayed for Andrea to persist, promising herself that she would surrender completely.

“Ha ha ha ha, You asking a stupid question! Isn’t that obvious!? I will conquer this place just like my greatest ancestor Gaius Julius Caesar did! Then after I turn all of these ants into my servant I’ll return to Rome as the Emperor as the conqueror and live with my empress! Then start conquering The new Rome fortress and then the Qin Empire and the rest of the world! Then! reaches the other side of the gate and conquers every land I’ve seen. As the saying goes Veni Vidi Vici! so… interested? Will you join me?” Romulus asks Arman at the end of his speech and extends his hand even more toward Arman. After hearing what Romulus said, He thought about the scene he witnessed during his wander to

His eyes fell back on me, helpless and a bit lost, just like me, "But he couldn't." "A bit tragic, huh," I tried to turn it playfully but I still couldn't. Roman sighed, "Yeah." I stared at him, "Roman," I said and he gave me his attention again, "Yeah?" "Tell me a story," I mumbled, "But with a happy ending." His eyes gazed at mine for a full second, understanding me, maybe more than I understood myself, "I don't think I have any of those," He whispered, "Every story I know ended badly."

"We have a sadist father. Couldn't he simply lock us in a room without dinner or something—like all normal fathers do?" "We are Romanos," he said in a tone laced with both pride and damnation. "There's nothing normal about us, nor will ever be." It was true. Being a Romano was both a curse and a blessing. How we chose to accept it—defined us at the end of the day. That's what the mighty Alessandro Romano taught us. "And do you think Marco and Aurora will make their peace?" I asked, as the car came to a halt and someone held open the door for us to step out.

Huh? R? What's– Roman. “Bastard!”