What's Wrong Ronald-kun Novels & Stories

“We’ve had two doctors check him. They say medically, he’s fine. Nothing is wrong with him. No fever. No infection. No mental problem. No sign of poison. His body is normal. But I don’t know why he is acting this way…” She trailed off and looked toward Ronald, who was now mumbling about someone named “the girl with the fire.” I frowned deeply. What the hell was happening to him? If this was real, it didn’t make any sense. And if it was fake… then this was the most insane act I’d ever seen. My instincts told me he wasn’t faking. Ronald had pride and wouldn't go this far and the sweat kept coming out which couldn't happen normally. But the problem was, that it made things worse. Because if Ron

I stopped when she gave me a little nudge. “No! He is fine." Ronald, though, begins to undo his shirt. “Ugg! My brother's pornographic program is not welcome here. You take a chance on him while I go. He's the loser with the worst memory, so it's fun." She had already begun to move, but when Ronald's words buzzed through the air, we both halted. "Rose, are you still hurting?" Help me, God. My murderous gaze turns to Ronald, but he is smirking as he lies there.

Crescent patted his back a little. “I've got you pops,” Crescent said. “He ruined everything,” Ronald muttered. His brother, the late vampire king ruined everything. That is a fact that was hard to forget. Ronald must be going through a lot. “But you're going to fix it now,” I said. “I will, that's for sure.”

My thoughts drifted again, and my body reacted along with them, that restless feeling settling in deep. Ronald set his controller aside and turned fully toward me. “Yeah… I don’t know about that,” he said. “I feel like he’s hiding something. That’s why he hasn’t replied or shown up. Everyone else sends photos, even video chats. If he won’t do any of that, then he’s not who he says he is.” He paused briefly before adding, half-joking but still serious underneath, “Or worse, he’s the kind of guy who lures people in just to do something bad to them, he can chop your limbs and put them in the freezer.”

Ronald’s name was printed on the screen of my activities that were crying over my fate. “Yeah...” I answered a little hoarsely. “Are you okay? Where are you??” Ronald seems worried; oh, Ron, I’m not okay; I just saw my husband being kissed by his damn ex-girlfriend, and my husband didn’t turn it down. “I’m in Central Park, what’s wrong?? You finished filming??” “Yeah, I’m done. Want me to pick you up?” I nodded even though Ronald didn’t see me. “Yes, I’ll wait here, call me when you arrive.”

she blinks a few times, not being able to speak properly because of the intense emotions within us. There’s so much I want to say but I don’t know how. “We can’t be together right now,” Rolf mutters. “We have to figure out how to control our power again without trying to interfere with fate’s plan. If we make another wrong move, not only will it destroy us, but Rena will die too because of the strong soul link we have.” “Then what the fuck am I supposed to do?” I ask in frustration. This is so tiring. We are constantly going back and forth. I can’t blame anyone except myself.

He knew that if he said what he was struggling with, Ronald could scream. "Joy, if you don't want to talk, I'd better go back to my room," Ronald said, threateningly. “Karen…” "What?" Ronald glared. "Don't tell me you're with her again." Ronald instantly knew where Jordan's conversation was going. Jordan answered the question immediately. From A to Z, Jordan said what happened. How he got to be with Karen again finally. More precisely, he was willing to be ensnared by Karen. "Damn! Damn it!” Ronald swore half angry. "How can you do that, Joy?"

I expected other things, mind blowing sex was one or perhaps something much better, I couldn't say but I knew a talk wasn't on my list. Had I done anything wrong in the last few days? No. I haven't gotten drunk so I had all my memories intact. Well, perhaps this talk would explain what the heck was happening between Vanessa and I, what was going on in my Princess' mind and how was I going to solve that issue. Ronald's call was the next thing that came through. Why was he calling me again? Hopefully he wasn't stranded in the middle of nowhere because he decided to pick up some wide flowers because I wouldn't turn this car around to find him. He had done it before, he would do it again if he c

“It’s clear that you don’t deserve her, Kyle, and guess what? You aren’t her type either. You might be stuck in the library reading with her for hours, but she is more than just a bookworm. You won’t know that, and you will never find out because you are leaving. You are running away from the problem like always. Not that Cam is a problem.” Ronald spat, expressing his mixed feelings in a way that he knew best. He was clearly hurt that Kyle was leaving. I mean, they were the only two boys with the same level of spirituality in the family. The duo used to bond over that, so hearing that Kyle was leaving must be hard on Ronald. With that said, Ronald stormed out of the living room as fast as hi

At this time, Ronald, who was lying on the rocking chair, slowly opened his eyes and said to Anson, "I'm fine. Go and do your work. I'll have a few words with him." Anson said, "Don't talk about it for too long. You are in poor health." Melissa's death had been a huge blow to him. His spirit was getting worse day by day. The corners of Ronald's lips twitched. "I won't die." Anson sighed as he turned around and entered the room. Thera apologized and said, "I'm sorry to disturb you." Although Ronald knew Thera's identity, he also guessed why he was here. Therefore, he said directly, "What do you want to know? Just ask."