Roman Reigns Gif Novels & Stories

“A red tattoo depicting a wolf, an axe and a sword?” Roman looked at her, furrowing his brows. “Yes. How did you know that?” “That’s because I’ve seen him before.”

I asked, my curiosity piqued. "They are the markings of Royalty," Raphael said, his voice filled with awe, "of a great King, one who rules with wisdom and power." He gazed at my phone with wonder, his eyes tracing the glowing patterns as if seeing them for the first time, but still knowing what they meant. "This is me?" he was shocked. What did this mean for him... We were all Finally Home! (Thank you so much for reading my books, Please read my new book: "Lusting for their Forbidden Mate" It's a Werewolf romance Erotica, I hope you enjoy it too.)

Jane shot back, "What else would you be doing?" "But I can't ride as fast as you. I'm afraid I'll slow you down." Jane patted him on the shoulder, her tone stern, "Wallace, it's time to go back and settle the score." Wallace immediately cupped his hands in salute. His eyes reddened from emotion. "Roger that!" - In Romenia, the aging King Ronald lay comfortably on the lap of a beautiful woman, his eyes half-closed in relaxation. Suddenly, an urgent report came from outside.

Richard "Regina, the Queen of Illuminare," Richard announced to the crowd. The crowd erupted in applause, their eyes fixed on me. I stood shocked by the cheerful repose from the pack member; I wasn't really accepting such good repose from my people. I never thought they would accept someone so young and unqualified to be their queen. As I gazed at their adoring faces, a sense of responsibility washed over me. I don't know if I deserve such kind hospitality from all these people. I felt overwhelmed by the weight of their expectations, unsure if I could live up to the title bestowed upon me. However, Riichard placed his hands on my waist as he gently pulled me to him, offering me reassurance a

“Either is fine with me.” I looked down at my glass then his, seeing the tattoos on the backs of his fingers, Roman numerals. It started off at I on his pinkie and then made its way to V on his thumb. Both of his hands were that way. “What do the Roman numerals mean?” I lifted my gaze to his eyes. He didn’t look down at his hands to check what I meant. “The Fifth Republic.” My eyes searched his for more information. “The second-longest reigning political system in France—our current political system.”

the first man said. “I pictured her a little more … fleshy. Wrath’s a big guy,” the man said and sniggered. “My name is King and I’m the president of the Night Stalkers. If you behave yourself, you won’t be hurt too much. Wrath has a lot to pay for.” She had no idea where the courage came from, but she couldn’t stop the words spilling out of her mouth, maybe she didn’t want to. “And yet you’re punishing him by scaring a little boy and threatening a woman. How manly of you.”

And on the crown, written in large letters: "QUEEN OF THE WHALES." On a giant screen behind the inflatable puppet, photos of me, stolen, cropped, distorted, loop continuously, accompanied by cruel captions: "Élianor seeks her prince... charming chocolate bar," "Her favorite dish: the all-you-can-eat buffet." And in the middle of the stage stands Raphaël. He holds a microphone. His handsome face is now nothing but a mask of jubilant cruelty. His smile is no longer sweet, but a grimace of contemptuous triumph.

Roman says with a death glare in his eyes as he gets up from his chair, holding his hand out for me, keeping up the facade of being the perfect gentleman. “Please don't hurt Ryan.” I say with tears in my eyes. “When I'm done with you princess, you would wish I had taken out my anger on Ryan.” Roman says with a determined crazed look in his eyes.

He is honest when he says anything, and honestly I want to know. “What is with this gold body paint?” I say, and to my shock he bursts out laughing “But seriously, Vulcan, what the heck is it about?” this time even I chuckle before he leans in and pecks my lips. “Oh, little wolf, you do make me smile” He says as he holds my chin between his thumb and forefinger, making sure I can’t look away. “The paint is a symbol of the Queen and how precious she is to her King. No one is allowed to touch you, except me,of course” I frown up at him.

After buttoning his shirt up and making sure his hair was just right, he turned to face Ezra. “How do I look?” Roman asked as he adjusted the gold cuff on his upper arms. Ezra's eyes raked over his little Omega, covered in gold. Roman's eyes looked up at him so innocently and sparkled as he waited for his reply. Roman became nervous and began biting his bottom lip when the king didn't reply. He begins to turn to look at himself again, wanting to see what's wrong, but the King stops him. His head tilts back as he looks up at Ezra. His concern disappears when he sees the love in Ezra's eyes. His eyes close when Ezra's head dips, and presses kiss to his lips.