The Story Of Romans Novels & Stories

My name is Julius and his name is Romeo. - Are you going to tell us a story, Julius? - Yes, a story. – The other little ones say in chorus and sit down in front of the two lovers. - I'm going to tell you a true story that happened many years ago. – the little ones smile. Once upon a time, there was a young vampire, the most beautiful that had ever been born. - More prettier than Romeo? – little Theo asks. - Prettier I don't know. Perhaps.

Edward asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Marcus' eyes locked onto Edward’s, his gaze intense. "Then we make sure he has no choice but to accept our version of the truth." Some days until the Romano Empire event, one of the most important and distinguished events of the city, hosted by Romano’s , is fast approaching. In a lavishly decorated mansion of the Romano mansion, Alexander Romano paced the length of his study. Lucas and Victoria stood before him, their expressions a mix of pride and concern.

Damon asked as he continued to rub my arm. "Roman's empire and his allies have scattered. Whatever it is that you did worked." "So what is the bad news?" I asked, feeling my heart begin to thunder in my chest. "Roman's son. He's in the city, and he's demanding justice for his father's death." "I didn't know Roman had a son." "Well, he does. And I think he's a lot worse than his father. He's not a reasonable person, and in terms of being crazy, I remember he was crazier than Cassandra.”

He cracked a very Roman-like smile at me. An infectious one that I couldn't help but return. "So..." I started, "David, huh?" Roman smiled weakly. "My real birth name. Roman represents strength and... power, both things I needed for my task in Woodfell. But David, it means 'beloved'." "King David did a lot of terrible things in the Bible." I spoke in a soft voice, making sure to look him in the eye. "He was also a man after God's heart." Roman spoke. "Worthy of redemption..."

“True. He’s just getting started.” They rejoined the main group, and Blair tried to focus on the conversations around her. Roman’s aunt was telling a story about his childhood obsession with dinosaurs, and everyone was laughing at the mental image of eight-year-old Roman correcting museum tour guides. “He was insufferable,” Rose chimed in. “He’d stand there with his little clipboard, making notes about everything they got wrong.” “I was thorough,” Roman protested. “There’s a difference.” “You made a museum tour guide question his career choice,” James added helpfully.

It was Roman! What is he doing here?!

"It was quite easy. I just needed to pull the right strings. You know I can actually do that, right? I closed my eyes briefly as I remembered who Roman actually was. He only needed to send word out, and his network of 'wolves'—that’s what he calls them: wolves—would come running with every needed piece of information. He has them all over the city. Yes, when we were getting married, I knew almost nothing about him but I made sure to do my homework on him after I left the city. I took in a deep breath to steel myself before opening my eyes to meet his. "You shouldn't be here, Roman. I told you, I have nothing to say to you."

Romans — his name scrawled on the board in sharp, masculine strokes — was going to be a fucking problem. The best, wettest, most dangerous kind of problem.

But as we ran through the questions in his penthouse kitchen, one particular question caught my attention. I was very curious. "Why marriage now?". I asked, reading from the list. "You've been single for years. Why finally settle down?". Roman leaned against the counter with his arms crossed. "I tell them I met the right person". "That's not enough. They'll push". "They always push". He said, stepping closer to me. "But they can't break a story that's true". "Except it's not true". I countered. He was very close now. Too close that I could smell his cologne and feel the heat radiating off his body. "It doesn't matter what's true. It matters what we sell them".

She could barely close her mouth, "I can't say I do ... you didn't finish your story the last time." "Aaah ... of course ... well," she leaned closer to Olivia's ear, "I'm surprised you didn't know this already. It was quite the news back then when Roman left his home ... he was involved with a married woman, his professor." Olivia was stunned. She couldn't believe her ears.