When In Rome Novels & Stories

he continued, referring to the color of Roman’s eyes. “Let me introduce myself, I’m legion” he smiled brightly “What do you want here? You had better not hurt anybody” Roman said in a commanding tone as he had noticed the blood on experiment 12 “Oh, well as you can see we’re short in number so I’m recruiting” he chuckled as he gesticulated with his two hands aside

I pressed my face to the window, trying to feel some spark of recognition, some hint that I'd been here before. Nothing came. The city remained beautiful and foreign, like something from a movie. "Does any of this look familiar?" Ace asked, noticing my intense focus. "No. It's like seeing it for the first time." "That's not necessarily a bad thing. Rome is a city best discovered slowly." "Easy for you to say. You chose to be here." "True. But maybe you'll choose it too, in time." The apartment was in a quiet neighborhood filled with narrow cobblestone streets and ivy-covered buildings.

Rome, 42 BC – The Kalends of March Night lay heavy upon the Palatine, as if Venus herself had cast her veil of crimson silk over the city. Torches flickered in golden sconces; their light refracted in the marble columns of Senator Lucius Cornelius’s villa, transforming every drop of wine into liquid fire. The air was saturated with the scent of myrrh, rose oil, and the sweet smoke rising from the incense burners. Music—deep lyres and bright flutes—wove through the gardens like invisible fingers stroking bare skin.

She had always prefered to walk on sunny days like these, It's one of the wamest days of December. The subway in Rome is one of the smallest in Europe but it's highly used and was packed as always. Avery saw people going to work, to shopping and on dates, all having different stories. She very curiously watches everyone around her everyday, thinking how each one is so different. A few minutes later she arrived at her work. Standing in front of the cafe she looked up at it proudly, just as she always does.

Selena asked. "Fighting the end of the world and I’m worried about kissing you." Selena laughed. "Then be worried later. Kiss me now." They did. Longer this time. When they broke apart, both were breathing hard. Selena rested her forehead on his. "We’ve got this. Okay?" Ethan nodded. "Okay." --- _1:00 PM. ROME, ITALY._ The city was worse than Berlin. The Colosseum was glowing. Red light from inside.

Capisce. I continued walking down the road, taking in the scenery. Despite being born in Italy and being partially raised there, I had never been to Rome. I spent most of my childhood at home, playing with Enzo, reading books and exploring my artistic abilities. Then suddenly I moved to America for school. Rome was quite lovely, with beautiful old buildings and lovely cafes on every corner. People were happy and smilling everywhere. Fuck all of you for being happy. I walked into a small bistro as I had started feeling a little hungry. After ordering a cup of coffee and a ham and cheese sandwich, I sat down in the corner, mindlessly scrolling on my phone.

"Isn't the food ready yet, we folks are starving already." I rolled my eyes, grinning. "Coming, Dad! We're setting everything on the table now!" Then we carried the dishes to the dining room, Dad and Roman soon sauntered into the room. I raised an eyebrow at Roman, who shrugged sheepishly. "When in Rome," he murmured as I set a dish in front of him. "Or San Francisco," I quipped back. Just as we were about to dig in, the doorbell rang. Mom jumped up. "I'll get it!"

Rome Daniele, Cora and Marco’s men drove into Rome she’d never been there before her mother had been too scared to take her their, just incase Nicolo’s men saw her and Cora there and kidnapped both of them and took them back to the mansion. Daniele looked at Cora. "Are you excited sweetheart?" "I am, mom always said it was too dangerous to go into Rome or anywhere in Italy in fact. I was hoping to visit here once I finished university."

began, the air between us felt honest. ​An hour later, Damian was bandaged and sleeping in a fitful, feverish haze. I sat by the window, watching the shadows of Rome move across the cobblestones. The city felt different now. Before, it had been a playground of the elite, a map of power and influence. Now, it was just a place where people lived, worked, and died.

~NICO~ Rome at night had a particular rhythm to it. The city never really slept; it only slowed down slightly, like a man loosening his tie after a long day but refusing to leave the office. From the back seat of the car, I watched the streets glide past through the tinted window while Enzo sat beside me with one elbow resting against the door. Traffic crawled through the center of the city. Tourists still wandered along the sidewalks even at this hour with their phones out, cameras flashing at anything that looked remotely Roman enough to send back home.