Roman Reigns Sick Novels & Stories

Lucian said with a remorseful expression. "She handed the company over to Ronald to manage later as she had no credible assistants around her. She must have been shocked if she had found out about Ronald's true intentions. As someone who likes to bottle things up, no one could help her as there was no one around for her to complain and talk to. This should be the main reason why she fell sick." "Is that so?" Valeria frowned after listening to Lucian's words. Her mother had been in good health, but everything gradually went downhill. However, they never found anything wrong with her when she went for an inspection in the hospital.

Raphael apologized "But I'll have to request you go back now. You cannot meet his Highness right now" "And why?" Sire Onyx fumed "Why on earth can't I meet my own nephew?!" He demanded "I order you to open this door right now! I have to meet with Caspian!" "His Highness is sick and is getting some rest now after taking his medication. He's asked no one to be let in while he rest. In fact, he wouldn't be coming out any time soon till he feels better." "His coronation is barely two days away!" Onyx remarked "How can you be telling me he's sick now! Have you called a doctor?"

the werewolf answered since he had never heard that the Alpha King was sick. “You didn’t know? Of course Reagan is sick. I guess he kept it a secret” The masked man let out. “I wonder why you are willing to die for a dying man. Reagan is sick and he only has 50- oh wait, I think it’s not up to 50 years again to live because of his sickness. So I don’t think he’s really worth your undying loyalty,” he said as he stood up from his chair then moved closer to the tied werewolf.

Now the truth was going to be revealed soon, King sitting on his throne began to think about every move made by Prince Zalari from a new angle when Queen Raya's special servant came running to him. "King, Queen Raya's condition has worsened.” In front, the royal physician was standing next to Queen Raya's bed. "King." Everyone bowed their heads and gave way to the king. They approached the bed; the two princesses were sitting around the grieving queen. The doctors had diagnosed a bad disease. A disease that could not be cured. The king was shocked to hear all this.

“We believe the prince is suffering from a rare shifting sickness.” The words seemed to echo through the chamber. My head lifted slowly. “What?” Fael stared at the healer. “That is impossible.” The healer shook his head slightly. “It is rare, but it is not impossible.” Another cough shook Aurelian’s chest. This one was weaker. More fragile. My stomach twisted painfully. “What does that mean?” I asked. The healer hesitated for some seconds then she answered. “It means his wolf is awakening too violently for his body to withstand.”

Or did someone kidnap her and planned this drama to ruin her career by making her look like a crazy person? “Mel! Are you hungry?” Remus asked, confused by her strange actions and blank looks. Meliora used to collapse when she gets overly stressed by her illness and when she wakes up, she goes into her own shell, playing and talking by herself but this time she is acting weird. The royal physician said, she won’t live long if her falling sickness occurs wontedly. Is this one of the signs indicating her health decay? “Royal highness!” An old woman dressed in maid’s costume came to Sigrid’s side with a bowl which is emitting hot vapours of soup and offered her with a deep bow.

The doctor finished his exam and went to talk to the King while Rosalina and Bethany attended to Rosette. The King waited impatiently in the sitting room for the doctor. Finally he emerged looking shocked and confused. “ What is it?” The King demanded. “ Your Majesty, it is hard to say.” the doctor said. “ You do not know what is plaguing my wife?” Edmund questioned. “ I know what it is. It is just hard to say. I do not understand how it is possible.” the doctor responded. “ Tell me what is wrong, speak plainly, sir.” Edmund commanded. “ Her Majesty is with child, Your Majesty.” The doctor announced. “ Are you certain? You, yourself even said she would never conceive, again.” The King questi

I had more important things to do than to listen to whatever rubbish message Scott had sent. "My queen, he says that it is an emergency" she pressed on, looking very anxious. What could be so important enough to make Griselda nervous? She wasn't easily fazed, exactly why I made her my handmaid. "Okay. Since you say so, tell him that I'll be there in a moment." I say, getting up to move towards the sitting room. "Long live the Luna!" he saluted me the moment I walked in. "My queen, the King has been diagnosed with a severe case of back tumour, and his sickbed wish is to see you, your Majesty."

Franco found he had to brace his hand on the surface of his desk as he became dizzy, and pain settled behind his eyes. “Emperor, we came to report the empress has fallen ill suddenly. The healer has demanded we check on all the royal family because he fears it’s poison.” The guard announced from the doorway, blocked by his personal guard. Franco grunted. “Then find more healers. I find I don’t feel well myself.” Franco felt like his voice came from somewhere else. He knew he was speaking, but it somehow sounded weak and distant. Edger was by his side in a heartbeat, assisting him into his chair again. He spoke too quickly for Franco to understand what he said. Everything happened too quickly

He watched as his friend unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt with a tense movement, as if his clothes were suffocating him. “Do you want to tell me what the hell happened out there?” Dominic asked calmly. Roman was silent for a moment. He poured himself a whiskey, twirled the glass between his fingers, and then, in a low, dangerous voice, uttered the words Dominic didn't want to hear. “Miranda is sick.” Dominic frowned. “Sick?” Roman took a sip before nodding slowly. “She says she has months to live.” The silence that fell between them was thick.