Roman Reigns Sick Novels & Stories

“And so beautiful. I don't think I could ever tire of looking at you. Never.” King Roman strokes his arm on Celine's soft blonde hair tenderly while caressing her cheek with his other hand. “I have missed you so much.” His voice broke. He pulled her into his lap and hugged her tightly to him. “I love you, Celine.” King Roman kiss her forehead recently and sleep beside her. Tomorrow morning she woke up and found out King Roman still sleeping beside her. But suddenly, she felt stomachache again and nauseous because of her pregnancy. “King Roman, please help me!” she is trying to wake him.

“Roman, listen to yourself.” “I don’t need anyone handling my affairs without permission.” “And I don’t need to be blamed for you getting sick,” she shot back. “You think I enjoyed watching you shake like that this morning.” I scoffed. “You should have woken me." “You were burning up,” she said. “You could barely open your eyes.” “That has never stopped me before.” She stepped closer, voice lowering. “You are not made of steel, Roman. Anyone can get sick.” “I don’t,” I said automatically.

“You are pretty cool, Rosie! Do not let those idiots get to you.” Roseanne pouted. Then she felt as if someone was watching them and she looked up at one of the towers. A familiar figure was standing in the window, watching them. “Why is the Crown Prince locked up again?” Roseanne asked curiously. Marietta and Anna shared an uncomfortable glance. “Alexei is not locked up, Roseanne,” Marietta told her. “He is sick. You know that, right? After all, your father is treating him.” It was the official explanation. The Crown Prince was rumored to be sick and nearing death but Roseanne was not convinced. In fact, Alexei never exhibited any symptoms of being ill in front of her. He was always lively

Julian asked in surprise: "Why do I fall ill every time I return from court?" Leo responded, his face serious: "Your Highness, before you leave, you are always cheerful and healthy. But for some reason, every time you return, you are as cold as if you have caught a chill. The royal physician diagnosed that it is due to your weak constitution, unsuitable for exertion and strain." Julian suddenly became suspicious, thinking: "How could someone be healthy in the morning and fall ill by the afternoon? Could Ethan Caelan have been poisoned?" Reed continued:

Henry shook his head disapprovingly. “I already told you the King would be here for an inspection. He arrived before dawn. And you were the only one absent. Your Majesty was furious, and when I told him you had caught a contagious flu, he didn't trust it. You know that Lycans don’t easily get sick.” Atticus now began to grasp the gravity of the man's point.

[Flashback to the day when Xavier take Raphael to his room] Raphael's POV The news of Raphael being sick was delivered in the grand hall, but the king barely lifted his head. “His health’s deteriorating,” the physician murmured, wringing his hands, eyes flicking to Hael for support. “He hasn’t eaten in days,” Hael added, voice low but firm. “The fever won’t break. If this continues…” King Arthur didn’t even glance up from the scroll in his lap. “And?”

Or someone. My rut is clawing at me. Worse than it’s ever been. And if I lose control now, with enemies crawling through my own court? I’ll tear this place apart. I dismiss Mark, but I notice the doctor still remains. “Anything else?” I grind out. He hesitates. “No, Your Majesty. But… forgive me, you don’t look well.” “I’m fine.” “You’re not.” He lowers his voice. “The rut symptoms are worsening, aren’t they?”

Roman snickered, rising to his feet. Dr. Martin stood up as well and smiled. "Is that all you came for? Do you need a checkup?" "A checkup from someone who is sabotaging another's health…err…nope. I love my life," Roman said with a sheepish grin."I want to live long enough to spend my entire life with Elise after the unfortunate demise of her future husband who died from a tumor," The laugh that erupted from his throat next was so wicked. "I'll see you soon, Mr Rays,"

Alesandro. "Alexa isn't, uh I mean the Queen isn't seriously injured, she's just exhausted," replied Doctor Romi then she smiled again. "Tell me clearly is my daughter seriously injured?" asked Lord Alesandro as he grabbed Doctor Romi by the collar. King Raulin prevented him from doing anything that could get out of hand. He emphasized to remain calm to deal with things not rashly. It would not be good if Marcelo imitated him. "Doctor Romi, why did my son-in-law use his strength to faint?" asked Queen Jane.

“You’re the one who wanted to drink with Ronan.” “I was celebrating,” he said, rolling onto his back with the grace of roadkill. His eyes were red, his mouth dry. “You’re pregnant. Shiloh’s pregnant. My kingdom is multiplying and I am very proud. But gods, I regret everything.” “You’re the King,” I said, kissing his jaw. “Kings don’t get sick days.” He cracked one eye open. “My mate is cruel.” “Up,” I insisted. “Wash your face. Pretend to be dignified.”