The Story Of Romans Novels & Stories

But as that man, that mirror image of our King, stands before him, he seems smaller, paler, weaker. “There cannot be twin princes, brother. Not since…” “Remulus and Remus,” I add. The mythical founders of Rome. The tradition says they were raised by a wolf and they where half right. They were raised by a wolf because they were wolves. But the twins fought for power and finally Remulus killed his own brother. The man turns to me with that same, wicked smile. “That’s right, cousin,” he says and turns to Sigvard. “You were the weak, meek one and they chose you.”

But with that baby, little did they know that their troubles just begun. This wasn’t the end of the story for black hills, for Roman and for Harley. It was just the Beginning. The part two is coming soon THE END

"You told me a story about two friends walking into a court room with a mother to witness the death of a shifter by the hands of a power tripped human. How does that affect the Romans or the Carthaginians?" "There were no Carthaginians and there were no Romans." "Then the whole thing was a lie and history books should be burnt?" He couldn't help chuckling at that. "No," he said, letting the last spills of laughter die down as he remembered the first pull to their fragile society. "No. There were no Romans and no Carthaginians , just the gods, their shifters and the humans." He explained, noting the spark that crossed her eyes as she realized what he was saying.

I muttered. “I don’t get it.” “What do you know about Rome?” “Uh, it wasn’t built in a day?” “Nice try,” I said. “It was founded by Romulus after he killed his twin brother, Remus.” “So?” “Apart from the association with Alpha Calvin’s establishment, which may give customers a false impression they’re connected somehow, it also implies ‘Remus’ is kinda the poor relation.” “You mean this guy’s trading on the Alpha’s success?” “Yep,” I said.

“So are you going to tell him what my kind ever did to you or not? Since you had every single one of them killed then it must be pretty bad I suppose?” “Hmm” he said simply before turning away. “You have always been curious so I’m going to tell you a story" king Roman said. “During my young days, I became friends with a vampire king, we would do things together, go places together and even fight our bullies together. We were so inseparable that my parents and his tried everything they could to break us but it didn't work”

I actually found myself thinking about her question, how much did I actually know about Roman? Carrie squeezed my hands “I need to tell you something, you might want to sit down” “Carrie, just tell me” I urged. “When you were out with Roman, before you came back. Santos Rang Roman” “Yes” “What did Roman tell you about that conversation?” Carrie asked “Just that there was a problem here at the hotel and he needed to fix it, I didn’t ask him any more about it, why?” “Luna, I really wish I didn’t have to tell you this but I can’t keep it from you. You need to know the truth. Roman and Santos, they aren’t who…”

EDEN Roman went on to do more just as he said that he would. The plan was to conquer as many as possible with as little deaths as possible. But you can’t take over a pack without expecting them to retaliate so I knew very well that there were going to be deaths of people who weren't involved in all this.

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

She began rambling as she talked. She figured that if she kept asking questions, Roman would forget to continue what he wanted to ask. But to her surprise, he didn't interrupt her. In fact, he listened carefully to everything she said. He smiled softly at her when she mentioned the 'lost' part of her life and told her that he had come here with his father when he was young. Then he began telling her about all of the places they had visited, all the different sights that they had seen, and all the things he had learned during his years traveling.

For the past few years, the most important quality Roman sought in a man was his performance in bed. Roman said, “No, I mean it. He has me trying things I have never done before.” I turned to face her and crossed my arms. “There can’t be anything that you haven’t done.” I’d never told her about my secret desires, my fantasies about ropes and whipping. I was curious, though. “Like what?” Roman said, “The first time we did it was pretty normal.” “Not sure what normal is for you . . .” When Roman and our friends went out together, she was the one who ended up with the guy. It never lasted, but that’s what she seemed to like about those flings.