When In Rome Novels & Stories

The three of us checked into a quiet hotel not far from the heart of the city. It was my first time in Rome, and even through my nerves, I couldn’t help but take in the beauty of it. The streets were alive with movement, the scent of espresso and old stone lingering in the air. But every bit of wonder was undercut by a tension coiled so tightly inside me it hurt to breathe. I texted Aleksander as soon as we arrived. I’m here. His reply came almost instantly. Tomorrow night. Formal event. I’ll send details. Come alone if you can.

"You're disrespecting our culture and ruining our hospitality!" Zackley stammered as he tried to salvage the situation, his voice trembling. Seeing his bodyguards sprawled on the ground, Zackley shifted tactics and tried to elevate the conversation to a more refined level. Alexander looked down at Zackley, responding sharply and with authority. "In Wyverna, we have a saying that goes 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do.' It is you who are showing disrespect. Besides, who do you think you are?"

AURORA When you touch a Roman in this city, you pay. And for the next twenty-four hours, Chicago bled for it. Every soldier, every snitch, every lowlife who'd ever whispered our name in reverence or fear was dragged into the chaos. The order had been simple—Find Samantha Romano or die trying. And God help anyone who got in our way.

All that effort getting ready for nothing. Graduation was only a week away. The thought brought a quiet ache to her chest; it was her first real milestone. She wished her husband could have at least been here to celebrate with her. But Roman was still in Italy, busy with matters she could only imagine. ****** Heavy snow fell in thick waves over Rome, blanketing the ancient city in white. In the grand sitting room of the sprawling estate belonging to the shadowy Vincenzo Syndicate, Roman lounged on a long leather couch, one leg crossed over the other. His presence alone made the air feel heavier, dense, deadly, and ice-cold.

Deandre Romeo I got home after 5 days in Italy doing a lot of work. I got home a little bit late at night. I walked inside and found the TV turned on. I walked into the living room and found Tatiana sleeping on the sofa with the TV watching her sleep. I walked to the special cupboard to get a bottle of wine. I took one glass and walked back to the living room. I opened the bottle and poured a small amount of wine into my glass. I drank it and closed my eyes.

"Let’s start with some general knowledge questions. Who can tell me what the capital of Italy is?" Vince’s hand shot up quickly. “Rome,” he answered confidently. "That’s correct," Mrs. Harrison said, nodding. But before she could move on, Genesis raised his hand and added, “Rome is also known as ‘The Eternal City’ because of its long history and significance in ancient times.” Mrs. Harrison smiled. "Very good, Genesis. You both know your facts." Vince felt his jaw tighten as Genesis gave him a small glance. Mrs. Harrison continued with more questions, and each time Vince answered, Genesis would add an extra piece of information, always trying to outshine him.

He also said I needed a holiday with all the drama we have both been through. We arrived in Rome a few days ago, and they have been one of the best days of my life. Ethan has been taking me all around the city, exploring all the beautiful wonders this great city has to offer, and Rome is such a beautiful city. I can imagine myself coming back here a lot.

“Right. I’ll see you later?” I dare to press a tender kiss to her forehead. “I’ll see you later, princess.” Rome, Italy The city is built on a river, a mosaic of the old and the new. The centuries-old cobblestone streets are lined with modern lamp posts, and the exterior walls of buildings are painted in an array of muted beiges and pastels. On the surface, it’s a quaint riverside city. A perfect vacation spot for those who don’t mind the year-round cold.

Here surrounded by huge old buildings and the weight of history we were nothing. I rolled down the window and the air of Rome rushed in. It smelled old and stale like incense and stone. There were many tourists and it was overwhelming. Every corner we turned had a fountain that had been there for centuries or a ruin that was once the center of the world. Rome is a city that lives in the past.

I asked lightly, folding my arms. “I am sure you would not want them to hear,” he replied. I narrowed my eyes while he studied me carefully. “What are you doing here?” I pursed my lips. “The same as you, apparently. I am staying here for a while. Irene and I are close.” His gaze sharpened. “Do you know that Rome is turning the city upside down just looking for you?” The name alone made my heart race. “What?” I demanded. He exhaled slowly. “You do not know, huh?”