When In Rome Novels & Stories

Emilio’s heart raced as he stepped onto the bustling streets of Rome, Italy. Another business trip, another opportunity to immerse himself in the rich culture and history of his homeland. Or where he grew up. As he navigated through the vibrant city, memories of his childhood flooded back, filling him with nostalgia. This has been his home since the cruise incident.

The house was his before the marriage, so I was the one who had to leave. On the fourth day of our "separation," my best friend invited me out for a night on the town. Before, I would have said no—I had to be home waiting for Ryan. This time, I said yes without a second thought. But of all the luck—the one night I actually went out, I ran into the two people I wanted to see least in the world. Ryan's eyes lit up when he saw me, but just as quickly, that look was replaced by annoyance.

When I pick it up from the table, I find out it's a message from Roman. It reads; "You better be ready when I come to get you." Fully prepared to disregard the message, I'm stunned when I receive another message from him. This one says; "I will force you out in just your underwear wrapped in a blanket. Don't test me." I wipe the tears of frustration from my eyes and get off the bed, stomping off in the direction of the bathroom. ————————————— I stare at the scenery flying past us with rapt attention. I have never been to this part of the city before. As always, every outing with Roman ends up being eye-feeding.

I arrived in Rome, Italy on June 16, 2004. My mom was very excited about this move, but I wasn't. The only reason I didn't want to leave California was because my mom thought someone had started to suspect that there was a mystery behind the two of us. Yes, we had to be careful, but my mother often exaggerated and considered every act of greater interest in our lives as a threat to discovering our true identity. And we are not normal people, although at first glance we are no different from them. We are not normal, ordinary like the others.

Maybe he wanted me to feel the weight of what I did. A memory invaded my mind: when we went to visit Rome, the soft sound of children's laughter filled the air, as Ruby and Rory played around Ryan, trying to convince him to hold the lemon ice cream they had just received. The afternoon in Rome was perfect; the sky was clear with just a few clouds, and the refreshing breeze balanced the heat of the day. A noise from the entrance made me stand up, my heart pounding. Was she back? I ran to the door, but it was just the wind. And then the silence became unbearable again.

Men like my father walked with quiet dignity while the monsters hid in daylight wearing suits. But tonight i know not where i belong.mAllessandro drives us through the empty street, leaving behind the hunted safe house. This makes me remember something, Rome isn’t just ancient. It’s hungry. And it remembers every sin buried beneath its stones. Gripping my seatbelt as the car turns sharply, i look out the window. Two SUVs follows behind. Emilio in one and re-enforcement in the other. All this was caused by the stranger who slipped in, leaving a rose on the kitchen island.

“Two can play at this game, Henry. You’re going to wish you’d never heard the name Verona.” Henry chuckled and slammed back his drink before he said, “Don’t you think I’ve been there for quite some time, Rome?” Cursing beneath his breath, Rome decided it was time to go. Plenty of people were staring now. Some were even using their cell phones to snap pictures. Rome hurried out of the restaurant, nearly colliding with Al as he flew out the door. “Rome, what’s going on?” the executive asked. “I don’t understand….”

Report: Quinn The bustling city of Rome. Italy. The Via Claudia. Temperature: 25° Celsius (77°F) Rome. City of marble and ruins. Rome's ancient history, once the life of so many a historian, was that of dominance, failure and reinvention. Just like the city of old, the Roman capital had fallen to civil war shortly before the Third World War. Rebellion ravaged Italy's capital, with it's citizens taking a stand against their complacent government. Although Italy's political superiors refused to partake in the World War, they knew they would not be safe for long.

enjoy It was a dark grey day in Rome, Italy it was raining heavily that night, the atmosphere was mournful but not a single tear escaped from the man's eyes ,who was standing in-front of the grave gripping his fist , his eyes bloodshot red , he just stood there staring at . “Boss we should go now its not safe to be out her—” *bang*

EVAN The morning is too bright. Not warm, not beautiful, not scenic the way tourists romanticize Rome — just bright, intrusive, exposing every flaw and thought I haven’t had the courage to face. The city’s noise pours into the street like a tidal wave. Cars honk with the sort of impatient rhythm only Romans understand. A motorbike screeches by close enough to ruffle my shirt. A man curses loudly at a taxi blocking the intersection. A dog barks at a pigeon stealing bread.