Roman Reigns Sick Novels & Stories

I looked at Roman. “I don’t understand how all of a sudden, his fever spiked. He was happily watching T.V.” He sounded confused and tensed. “Did you talk to Kate? She was with him when he fell sick.” I asked. “She told me that he fainted all of a sudden. That’s all I know. I think she was terrified by me. So, its better if you talk to her. Maybe you’ll get to know something that may help us to heal Cassius.” He replied.

At the sight of the priest, Octavius gently uncurled Emilia's fingers from around his arm and approached the old man. "How is he?" he asked the priest in a low voice. "He wants to see you, my prince," the priest responded. At the look of hesitation on Octavius' face he added "It's alright, my lord, the king is not contagious." Octavius nodded and let the priest lead him to the room. The room was darkened, the heavy curtains were drawn close, the atmosphere in the room was heavy also very heavy as a result of the trapped smoke from the curative leaves burning in clay bowls at all corners of the room. They were meant to cure the king's sickness but for years now the king remained invalid to th

Curiosity swirled in Regan’s eyes. “That’s not important. We’ve got a bigger problem.” Roman plunked back in his chair, looking deathly serious. The matter was dire after all. Regan frowned. “What did that old crow say?” He stayed silent after Regan told him. Finally, he sunk into a seat. “That’s…that’s bad, Roman. We can’t…I mean, you can’t…” “I know.” Roman wrung his hands. “Can Matilda help?” “If she could, her magic would have cured me all these years.”

He only waited until they had finished their meal before bringing it up again while they cleaned the kitchen. “So,” he said, not looking at her. “Sutton seemed pretty upset when she left last night.” Blair should have known he wouldn’t let it go. “She wasn’t feeling well.” “Uh-huh. Please, Blair, I’m asking because I care.” “She’s fine. I’m fine.” Roman finally turned around, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. “Really?” “She got sick. People get sick.” Shit, he looked hot—and angry. But that didn’t stop her from heating under his gaze.

The two played along with each other as if the matter had been settled. Regina was so angry that she almost spat out blood. Noticing that she didn’t look well, Ryan already had a rough idea of what happened. Although he couldn’t believe that Regina could do such a thing. Anyway, he had to defend her. “Regina, are you feeling sick? How about I take you to the hospital first?” Regina nodded. She covered her belly with her pale hand and said, “Mr. Lincoln, I agree with your proposal. But I’m not feeling well now. Can we postpone the competition?”

Her voice trembled in excitement as she said a bit loudly, " Pregnant?? Does it belong to King Vincenzo? For real? Princess, you shouldn't be here!" I shook my head helplessly. My answer already made her understand what bizarre situation that I was trapped in. Rora's face sank as she lifted her head to tell with a sigh, " You know what, Princess? King Nicolas isn't in any good condition without you. After your mating news reached us, he isolated himself from the world and kept drinking all day long. In fact, he has a high fever now yet he is refusing to get any treatment. No one can convince him."

Raphael murmured, his anguish visible in his words. "Your Majesty, Physician Rowan is here," a maidservant announced and Raphael stood straight to turn around. "Examine her," Raphael ordered and took a few steps away from the bed. Rowan promptly stepped up and sat on the chair, which another servant placed there. He checked Winter's pulse first, which was quite weak and also sensed the high fever. He even saw the deep red marks on her wrists and pushed the sleeve a little up only to find more bruises which had turned purplish.

The King stepped down from the throne, his cold appearance faded completely. Now, he no longer looked like a calculative ruler. Only a worried uncle remained. He sighed softly as he stood before Lucian. “How have you been coping?” Lucian’s expression remained calm, though his lips pressed into a thin line. Without speaking immediately, he slowly lifted his sleeve. The glowing incomplete flower mark on his wrist became visible instantly. The King’s expression turned dim. “It still worsens?” he asked quietly. Lucian nodded once. “It stopped briefly after the royal ball,” he admitted. “But now it reacts more frequently.”

Something was wrong. I felt it. “Lord Luca.” Elder Roman stepped forward, his face carved from stone. “We have a problem.” No fucking shit. I crossed my arms, voice sharp. “What happened?” Roman hesitated. Just for a second. Then— “There’s been an outbreak.” Silence. The word hung. Thick. Heavy. Suffocating. My pulse roared. My wolf stirred. Snarled. I narrowed my eyes. “An outbreak of what?” Roman exhaled. “A sickness.”

"Give me the ointment, it's acting up again." The lady in waiting courteously gave her the ointment. Rilavia rolled up her sleeves revealing fresh scars on her skin maybe due to the plague that has been around their Kingdom for years. "You did not see anything, understood?" as she said that, the lady in waiting nodded her head and putted away the ointment once the Queen was done.