The Story Of Romans Novels & Stories

Too much aggression would cause him to retreat; too much passivity would leave me uninformed. “How did you two end up on bad terms with each other?” Roman's fingers, which had been tracing absent patterns on my hospital blanket, stilled. An unreadable glint flickered across his face – something between resignation and calculation. " My relationship with Alexander is... complicated." I raised an eyebrow. In Roman's world, 'complicated' was rarely a neutral descriptor. It usually meant dangerous, something that he would usually never bother to tell me, but this time I wanted to know.

"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."

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.

Roman slid his fingers down her cheek, caressing her gently, and whispered: “Come...” He guided her to the sofa without letting go of her. They sat down together, and he settled her on his chest, wrapping his arms around her, as if he still needed to protect her from what he was about to say. The silence became thick, intimate, interrupted only by the soft tapping of Aylin's fingers on his thigh, waiting, feeling. “I have to tell you something else,” he said finally. "Not part of it... not a sugar-coated version. I want you to know everything. From the beginning.“ She said nothing. She just nodded and nestled closer to his body, as if she needed to feel every beat of his heart to prepare her

Both Athenians and Romans navigated the uncertain terrain, acutely aware that the path ahead held the potential to reshape the destiny of two proud civilizations. The city of Rome, cloaked in an uneasy calm due to the declared ceasefire, concealed the undercurrents of discontent and defiance within its walls. Maximus, cautiously optimistic about the prospect of peace, had sent ten elite Athenian statesmen as emissaries to engage in diplomatic talks with the Roman leaders. Little did they know that their journey into Rome's heart would take a treacherous turn.

Roman says with a troubled expression on his face. I open my mouth and close it again, floored by his honesty. He had never been willing to tell me anything about the past, so I wonder what spurred him on this time. “Why are you telling me this now? Are you expecting me to forgive you before finding out what you did to me?” I ask him, feeling my anger rise with each syllable. “I expect nothing from you, Princess. I'm giving you a reason not to want to marry me. It makes convincing you all the more fun.” Roman says with a little sardonic twitch of his lips that could pass for a smile to someone who didn't know him very well.

Sam, the one who taught about why humans were the enemies spoke up. " There is no truth behind the story you want to use to justify your obsession with humans... Sir" he said, making sure to sound as condescending as possible but it did not phase Roman. " What story am I trying to use for justification?" Roman asked instead with a smirk on his face. " A blasphemous story. We don't speak of such nonsense here." " Ah...I see. I suppose you must be the star teacher here. Why don't you educate us on the actual story? Tell these students why on Earth we look a thousand percent human " Roman asked, his smirk slowly disappearing from his face.

Thanks for the support, guys. I just wanted to apologize because there was a small mistake in my translation of the English version of Hot Sugar Mommy. It was said in Chapter 48: Romana slipped in the bathroom and Roman asked how is her baby. Romana is not pregnant yet to this part. Even in Chapter 50 where Vincent mentioned whether the drug that Lalaine gave him would not harm the baby. I repeat Romana is not pregnant yet. Sorry 😆 My translation was wrong.

Vetera castrum - military camp in chapter 2 (little boots) fabulae - Mythical stories or legends, in this case, about the Roman gods Cicero and Caesar - Famous Roman statesmen and writers whose works and legacy would still have been widely studied and admired in ancient Rome historae - Historical accounts or stories gentes - Noble families or clans achromatopsia - A rare genetic disorder that affects Caligula's vision, causing him to see the world in shades of gray declension - A grammatical term referring to the changing forms of Latin words bellum - War or conflict