The Story Of Romans Novels & Stories

And now, it was clawing its way back to the surface. This time, I wouldn’t look away. Not again. Roman. He knew what Alana would become. Knew that to rule, she couldn’t have her old world breathing down her neck. Not even family. He told me things that night. Subtle things. Details about people, about movements, past wars, where cracks formed. Names I’d forgotten, offhand mentions that seemed irrelevant then. But I was starting to remember them now. In light of everything, they burned brighter. Louder.

Roman concluded and everyone agreed on that matter. The meeting was over and I was so excited to head back home to my mate. I was already packing my luggage when Roman called me into his chamber. It was the first time that he specifically asked anyone to spoke with so I immediately went to him. When I got there, I found him with Damian and Marcus his son. "Yes, sire. What can I do for you?" I stated. "Come." He gestured me to join them and handed me a glass of wine. "I heard that there have been some rogues that were caught lurking at your territory."

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

Had to be the funniest thing she ever heard. “It will all fall through. Just wait and see.” Roman said. Everything was going well for him, he had claimed all the packs in the city and even extended them to the states. Soon, he would be going to different countries to seize power too, his greed had no end. His name was a nightmare to any werewolf who heard it, the packs he hadn’t gotten to yet pray that he never does. He loved how they trembled before him and made peace offerings to him so that he would spare them. He felt like a god.

At that moment, things were not going well for me, Roman knew I wouldn't be so careless to accept his challenge which was why he used Quinn as the prize. Damn… I shouldn't have shown how much I cared about her in public…..stupid me. " I also got vital information from my source. Amid his banishment, Roman killed a total of thirty humans including women and children. It was said that he pushed all his anger towards them as they were the reasons why he was banished ". I creased my eyebrow, Stan's statement counterparts what he had said earlier. " I thought you said he lived with the humans, did he kill all of them !".

, can I ask you a question? Yes dear, How long have you known Roman I've known him practically his entire life, I raised him. Really?, But what about his parents? Surprisingly, she went quiet. He hasn't had an easy life, it's best if you don't bring up his parents again, especially not to him. Oh. From the tone of her voice, it was clear that whatever happened must have been terrible. So, how long have they been dating, I mean Miss Isabelle “Miss Isabella is Master Roman’s fiancée.”

One evening, Lucia entered the library and found Roman standing near the window. Alone. He rarely spent time alone. Which made her hesitate. For several seconds neither spoke. Then Roman surprised her. “Sit.” Lucia blinked. It wasn’t a request. She sat. Roman remained standing. Looking out toward the estate grounds. Finally he spoke. “When I built this empire, people thought it would collapse.” Lucia remained quiet. Roman rarely discussed the past. “I spent years proving them wrong.” His voice remained calm. Measured. “But empires don’t fall from one attack.”

“You let them fight half-fed while you are hoarded!” Roman’s smile didn’t falter, but his eyes hardened. “I made choices to ensure survival. Sometimes sacrifices must be made.” Ellias snorted. “Sacrifices? You mean theirs. Not yours.” I pushed forward another letter. “This is worse. Proof of Roman’s meetings with rogues. Coin exchanged for information, and in some cases… safe passage.” The room erupted. Elders shouted over one another. “You dealt with rogues?” “You let killers into our lands?”

No inappropriate implications, no suggestive subtext, no messy drama—only an ordinary family encountering trouble, solving it rationally, protecting each other, and living well. This is the most real, decent, and precious life.