When In Rome Novels & Stories

Rome, Italy. "Cheers to the latest couple in the world!!" Someone said. Everyone raised their glasses in accordance and clink-clink sounds were heard as they made a happy toast. Savannah was looking and feeling like a queen. She was the center of attraction. All the distinguished guests were moping and peering curiously at her. Although it was just five guests-three females and two males, noting their personalities, it felt like the room was too small to contain them. She and Mike had flown directly from the island to the grand city of Rome. It was already night. But Rome never sleeps. Everywhere was still buzzing. Full of different lighted artistic art works. Giving it a mixed macabre, medi

Dominic's POV Home had never felt this foreign, yet the city whispered my name like it had been waiting all along. It was midnight in Rome. I went alone, ditching the cars and the rich attitude and dressing. I made sure to be as comfortable as possible and dress the same way too. My ears were close to bleeding as the train screeched into the terminal with a sharp hiss. Diego, the devil, had convinced me to take a train ride. Oh, I loved it. But I got to sit by the window, and for some weird reason, I had unluckily gotten a lot of attention from the other passengers.

"Yes." Undeterred, the guide pushed on. "You know, the gorgeous woman you were looking at is part of my tour group. You two would make a great pair! Rome is the city of love, after all. I’ve seen magic happen in this place. Couples meet here, and it’s like destiny. Why not join the tour and spend time with her? You never know!"

He was the emcee of the event. “Thank you for coming to the launching of Casa Roma. The party will begin and last shortly.” The emcee emphasized the word shortly. “There will be no talk and long speeches everyone. We will start the party in a several seconds, and after that you can already enjoy your night. Now, let's officially cheers to the opening of the newest hotel in New York City, Casa Roma!”

She longed to ask the driver to slow down—she had to stifle a squeal as the Colosseum came into view. ‘It really is in Rome…’ She rolled her eyes at Elmo’s old-fashioned look. "Right in the middle." Pressing her nose against the window, at that moment Brianna didn’t care about his or her bloody moods, what was happening, or where things were going. She was in Rome—in Rome—and it was beautiful. The people were beautiful. Stunningly groomed women trailing scarves clipped through the cobbled streets. Elegant men in long coats... Not caring what Elmo thought, she opened the window, closed her eyes for a second against the icy blast of air that hit her, then opened them to a carnival of noise. Mo

Rome was proving to be a trial for Debbie. While Rick was out in meetings all day, Debbie was resting in the hotel suite. Since arriving in Rome , she had not felt at all well. Nothing could dull her excitement about being in Rome, but she just did not have the energy to go out on her own. Most of her time was spent sleeping and watching the veiws out on the balcony. They were staying in the heart of the city not too far from the Vatican. Looking out across the city was a relaxing past time. When Rick would come in at night, it was all that Debbie could do to accompany him to dinner.

At least in Italy, I wouldn't have to face the prying eyes of the media or the haunting silence of the Blackwood mansion. When we arrived in Rome, the heat of the Mediterranean sun hit me the moment the cabin door opened. As the car sped through the ancient, sun-drenched streets, I pressed my face to the window, my excitement warred with a sudden, crushing sadness. I had made so many plans to come here with my parents. We were supposed to visit in the spring, when the flowers were in bloom, or the autumn, to see the golden light on the Tiber. But then came the rain. The screech of tires. The smell of burning rubber and gasoline.

Zayn guided me to the Fontana di Trevi which was in the centre of Rome, marking its pounding heart. I took in all the beauty surrounding me. The sculptures and their shapes leaving me in awe. They were little to none people around and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I swore that before we had arrived it was nearly packed with people. I shot a glare at Zayn and he simply smirked. Of course... They fear HIM.

he began, glancing at me, “do you have anything to do when you get back home tonight?” I shook my head slowly. “Not really.” “Well,” he said casually, “if you’re not too tired, I could show you around a bit. Rome looks different at night.” My brows lifted slightly. “Only if you want to,” he quickly added. “No pressure.” Before I could answer, Pa Romano waved his hand dismissively. “Go,” he said. “Young people should not spend every night smelling like espresso and bread dough.” Diego laughed softly. “You hear that?” he said. “Boss’s orders.”

Watch your back. I looked over the edge. Rome. My city. Built on blood. Held together by it. Rule 4: Ghosts wear better suits. But they’re still ghosts. And ghosts don’t get happy endings. They get second chances. I’m going to mine