리얼로맨스 Novels & Stories

He stiffened and stared at us with eyes glimmering in shock. "My bad!" I scratched my neck and stiffled a laughter. "What would you have us call you then? You never really introduced yourself since you decided the theme of our meeting was horror by attacking us with bats." Cass whistled an unfamiliar tune that sounded more like a mockery than a song. The necromancer gave a mirthless laugh before going for another swoop of his cigarette. "I'm Romulus." "Right, I'm Elena Marshall." I cocked my head.

Discuss what somewhere else? Grace voiced out more irritated than confused. "Grace" Dante put his hand out in an attempt to stop her from talking. "Hey, I'm Rome. Your potential mate" Rome said using a hand to brush back his perfect hair back as he extended another hand towards her. Wow, was he tall. Grace took it anyway with a contended smile on her face. She didn't quite know what was going on. But she could definitely get used to this. "Will you get your hands off of her--"

I explained, leaving you utterly incredulous. "Who are you?" You questioned, fixating your eyes on me. "A vampire.” I revealed, and your eyes widened in shock. You burst into laughter, believing it to be a joke. At that moment, as I lost myself in you, I was grateful that you perceived it that way. "You're kidding, right?" You asked to confirm. "Yes, I was joking," I nodded. "What's your name?" "Jonathan White." "I'm Mia, and it's nice talking to you. I came here alone for vacation. Do you live here?” You asked me with a hint of curiosity in your eyes.

Great! “Who’re you?” Aiden asks. “This is Kyaria.” Gabby answers for her. I can see her looking at Aiden. I have seen that look on enough women to know she is star struck. Aiden walks over to her. Aiden has his trademark smirk on his face. “Hello, Kyaria, what a beautiful name for a beautiful woman,” Aiden says. Oh, here we go. Fucking Aiden and his fucking flirting. Gabby pulls Kyaria away from Aiden and leaves the room with her. I turn and shoot Aiden with my best glare.

] Marcello ordered coming in behind them and they left her alone with him, ‘E adesso, dove eravamo rimasti?’ [No, nowwhere were we?] He sneered standing in front of her his hands went to the waistband of her pants, ‘Facciamo un gioco piccola principessa. Puoi fare le tue domande mentre gioco con il tuo splendido corpo, sembra giusto, vero?’[Lets play a game little Princess. You can ask your questions while I play with your gorgeous body, that sounds fair doesn’t it?]

he beamed with a smile. The large gates swung open, and the two dons marched into the wide and sunny courtyard. Fernando stopped abruptly, his gaze fixed on Romano, who was swimming laps in his bright pool. A large, exquisite snake tattoo snaked across his back, a symbol of his ruthlessness. Fernando walked to the edge of the pool as Romano reached the side, spitting out water and smiling, a ruthlessly pleasant expression. "You are too late," Romano announced. "It seems you guys didn't like the angel like you claimed you did, it took you more than two days to get here."

What if he did more? He groaned, beating himself out of that lane. It wasn't a good one. "So, do we have a deal?" He asked, breaking the awkward silence. "Don't we need to sign or something?" Emily asked. "You really should take my word for what it is." Roman told her. "I want to believe that I can trust you." Emily told him, "please don't disappoint me." Roman felt the weight in her last statement. "Disappointing a client would look so bad on my portfolio, don't you think?" He joked, "Roman Vladimir, the world's richest man and owner of the widely recognized wine brand, Brothelli, is not a man of his words and a liar."

“Roman?” Reyna wasn't sure it was him but the voice was unmistakable, she wondered what he was doing there at that moment. Had he been following them? “You just don't know when to rest, do you Romero.” Jones shook his head at Roman. “It's Roman, Roman Knight.” Roman answers him, his voice holding a powerful authority. “I apologize.” Jones said, “Romanus.” He said with a mischievous smile. “I won't waste my time with you.” Roman glared at Jones, walking towards Reyna.

she said meekly. “So…” Luca began, “we’re here at the devils’ playground.” He turned and looked back into the main section of the club and turned back to face Alessa. “This is the world-famous La Rosa Nera, but I’m sure you must have been here a couple of times before, maybe on a mission.” He sipped from his glass of rum and leaned in closer to Alessa who remained quiet. “I called Isabella” Alesa began, her voice steady. “I told her I would be here”

My mouth formed a O, as I nodded and focused back on the game. I could feel Miranda's eyes on me. But it was so hard, to divert my attention from him, that I let her be. "Who's the 11 ?" Emily gave a sly smirk. "Interested ?". I gave a playful smack at the back of her head. "Just curious." "That's Roman McCall. An intelligent hunk with the most kindest nature ever, opposite to his best friend. Zeus Valente, he is like the silent killer, never speaks much and quiet. But then again, with those looks, I doubt he would need to speak."