Roman Reigns Relationship Novels & Stories

They were hell-bent on proceeding with the marriage so they could take advantage of the royal family. However, King Osiris has a more tender heart. He was just as powerful as my father, if not more. He valued his people, and he wanted the best for them. Although that meant making Rome the sacrificial lamb most of the time. However, he was still a decent father. The only reason why he was hesitant about Rome’s relationship with Clara was because of the latter’s status. She was a maid who didn’t get to finish her education. Moreover, she had a great responsibility to bear with two younger brothers.

Laughter rippled from her clique. “Stop it,” Justin snapped. Wendy stepped in, cutting Justine out like she wasn’t there. “You know, in our culture, the mother of a firstborn—especially a royal one—is permanently connected to the father. Status, title, recognition. It’s all part of the bond.” I didn’t flinch. “Congratulations.” Her eyes narrowed. “No hard feelings, I hope. I know this isn’t how you pictured things. But he fucked me. Oops.”

Roman didn't want his daughter going back to that lion's den. "He is my husband, are you trying to stop me from going back to my husband?" "Yes, I don't accept this marriage, he is not ideal for you." Roman was losing his cool because he knew the dangers around Dante's life. Also, he believed Dante was only using Madonna as leverage.

There were outstanding werewolves who joined the royal family through merit, maybe from their contributions to the pack, or through gaining favours from the king or Queen. That being said, now that we shared another identity, mine and Rhys' relationship was supposed to be stronger, right? Well, the irony was bitingly bitter. We were like sworn enemies, always fighting, always bickering, and always at each other's throats, and even with the strong mate bond pull that tried to pull us closer to each other, our differences remained irreconcilable. I honestly envied the relationship that my Mom and my father-in-law had, actually. "Please, not today, okay? I am not in the mood to argue with you."

I tell her, although I am already feeling bad for the gleam in her eyes. “ What did your parents say about him?” “ My mother is amazed until now, she told me that Roman is a sight for sore eyes, can you believe it? “ I smile and she does the same “ He and my father got along so well that I was scared, there were some moments when my own fiancé interacted more with my father than with me, I confess I was surprised, I didn't expect them to get along so well”. “ It's so good to hear these words Marianella “ some small tears forming in her eyes “ Roman didn't have such a good relationship with his father, it comforts me to know that at least he found something in his father-in-law”.

Too much aggression would cause him to retreat; too much passivity would leave me uninformed. “How did you two end up on bad terms with each other?” Roman's fingers, which had been tracing absent patterns on my hospital blanket, stilled. An unreadable glint flickered across his face – something between resignation and calculation. " My relationship with Alexander is... complicated." I raised an eyebrow. In Roman's world, 'complicated' was rarely a neutral descriptor. It usually meant dangerous, something that he would usually never bother to tell me, but this time I wanted to know.

In fact, he arranged for their marriage contract to be drawn up, much to the horror of the other elder council members. Romanus had become king after the death of his uncle, the king. Since the only other heirs had been killed in the war, Romanus was crowned the new king, and he had made Beatrice his royal consort. He always said that he had worked long and hard to win her love and admiration, not to mention her obedience—well, he wouldn’t mention her obedience, because Romanus still didn’t believe he had it, even after all their years together.

“This is not true! It’s all lies!” Thiago yelled, but Kingston shook him hard enough for his teeth to rattle. Queen Dorothea’s hand covered her mouth as King Hernando’s opened and closed like a fish out of water. “Romaine… What are you saying? This is madness! This is pure madness! Thiago is your cousin! You’ve been close your entire lives… He cares for you…” “And he wants the throne, Father,” Romaine argued angrily. “But you know this… Both of you do.”

I said. She giggled and leaned up to face me. My hand found her soft curls and began to caress the side of her face. "Who is he?" Isabella asked with a slight pout. "That is the current head of the Correlative family. His father sat on the council before, in your father's time. He was away when everything happened. His name is Roman, and that guy has been a thorn in my flesh since I sat as king," I explained. I pulled her closer until her breasts brushed against my chest, and her legs shifted and threw itself over my hard dick.