Roman Reigns Brother Novels & Stories

"I have three brothers. Romeo is the oldest—he's got a mate named Sarah and three kids, Marcus, David and Luke. Then there's Rafael our youngest, who's mated to a beta named Michelle, and they have twin girls and twin boys, Nicky, Ricky, Dawn, Rivers. Rhodes is the middle brother and my twin actually, just recently mated to an omega named Troy, and they have two kids, Sophia and Julian. I tried to process this information—three brothers, multiple mates, at least ten children. It sounded overwhelming, like walking into a situation where I'd be constantly surrounded by strangers, all of them part of this big, connected family unit. "You don't live there?" I asked, latching onto that detail. "

Roman knew it was high time he introduced the twins to a family member of his. "Christine," Roman called his daughter. "Christopher," he called his son as they stood on each side of their father. Roman motion to Daniel free who was seated before them. "Meet uncle Daniel. He's my brother. "

“Sir Theodulus, Lady Gwenore, and Master Magnus–my bad, His Majesty.” “His Majesty?” Danica took a double take at the picture. “How is his painting–what is…” she crossed her arms and pursed her lips, unable to form a proper question. “He’s His Highness’s brother. Not his father,” the old woman whispered, like she was gossiping. “Big brother? Obviously?” “Younger brother.” “Why is Reign not in the painting, then? I thought the sentinel loved his son…” she mumbled, recalling Ignis’s story.

His expression was kept as frustrated as possible, as he turned his head to stare at the corpse of King Alexius and his mother's shocked expression. “His Majesty the King has appointed my brother as the Crown Prince. As his son, I will respect that decision. So, until my brother is proven to have taken Princess Elle away, I will not ascend the throne.” The nobles present there, were a little embarrassed when they heard Emilio's words. Even someone, who was supposed to get the throne, didn't get greedy when they saw an opportunity. Some of them began to doubt their choice to support Prince Raoul when they saw the figure of the wise Emilio. The emotional prince they once knew was now gone. Ins

Meanwhile, in another part of the city at the airport on the East Bay Side, Sterling Romano, Alexander’s uncle, was far from thrilled that his nephew had found a better half and was taking his anger out on Katy, the latest addition to his collection of exotic women. Sterling is the younger brother of the now-deceased Charles Romano. He and his brother were never really so eye to eye, so he had always been traveling a lot. But with his brother dead, he made it a point to make sure Charles's children do not destroy the company he helped build.

“No, I won't do such creepy shit— I just know things.” “Anyways— I would call you the crazy one here,” he added, “For leaving your father's company in the hands of a man like Ezra while you stay home playing little house wives.” I took in a deep breath trying to digest what he had just said before blurting out my own opinion. “Ezra is–” “A liar,” he said, immediately cutting me off. “And a cheater, and you know it.” My jaw tightened as I stared back at him. “How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?”

"How do you mean, Lucien. Didn't you say she's your brother's mate?" "She— she was my ex-mate too, OK. Cassius, my step brother is desperate for the throne. And, I am sure them hosting the second moon ceremony isn't a good omen at all. You will be bringing me the Kingdom's heir and I can't afford to be stupid enough to lose you to their mischieves." I smiled mentally knowing I now have Lucien under my full grip. I bet even he will pity Amarantha and his so-called half brother after I get to lay my hands on them.

A smile spread out on his face, “Do you know that the vampire king and I made a bet, well, not really a bet per se but we did wager on who would come walking through the front door with Rylee. My money was on you.” “I don’t care about your stupid bets and wagers, answer my question!” I shouted at him. His eyes narrowed into slits, “Mind your tone,” he warned. I dropped the unconscious body of Rylee to the ground and used my leg to shove her aside, “Or what?” I challenged. A thin smile spread out on his lips, “Or you will end up like your brother, tell me, how is he? Have you guys done the funeral yet?” This was the motherfucker that stabbed Javier, how did I forget such a vital fact? My ange