Attachments Rainbow Rowell Novels & Stories

What he doesn't understand is why hasn't his analytics team told him about them? "Where is she!" Hunter growls while attacking. "What is going on here?!" Automatically Vanluke backed away without taking a hit. Ara who's in her mocha terno silk pajama shorts ran towards them. He distanced himself from Gunter and Hunter in case they steal a punch. "Ara," her brothers call out her name in sync. She gave them both a hug. "What are you doing here?" As much as he's not interested in the family reunion, he pulled Ara away from the two. He wrapped his arms around her possessively. He glared at them. "Who are they, Ara?"

“He’s not that bad. He’s just—” “That is exactly what a girl says when she starts seeing obvious red flags as orange.” She gave me a look. “Or green.” I knew she was right. Rowan was a walking red flag from the first day. The problem was somewhere along the line red had become my favorite color. Lyra spent the rest of the morning loading me with advice. I’m not sure how much of it actually landed. ~~~~~~~ Finally, the day arrived. Rowan’s day. I woke up energized, still frustrated from another night of almost-orgasms I had begged for and not received, but excited despite myself. Whatever he had planned, I was ready.

Nonetheless, the moment his supposed mate was hit with Sapphire's pure energy, accompanied by a revelation spell, her true face was revealed. A hideous and wrinkly middle-aged woman with nothing much to desire is who came out. Aloha Reynolds flipped out. He growled so loud that my stomach dipped in fear. The moment he plunged at his so-called mate, she disappeared. I will never know whether it was time or whether it was the shock that induced my labor pains. For all I know, it might possibly be both. All I know is that after Alpha Reynolds growled so loudly, my baby moved and that too was accompanied by a pang of pain.

The conversation deepened their bond, turning the argument into greater intimacy. They made love again later, slower this time, the possessive tension blending with genuine care. Rowan moved inside Alex with deep, emotional thrusts, whispering love and promises. Alex held him tight, bodies moving in perfect sync until they shattered together once more. Dawn approached with another message from Elias. A photo of Alex and Marcus at the café, taken from across the street. The text read: **Forbidden fruit tastes sweetest. Tell Rowan I said hello. The board’s investigation begins today.**

"Master, everything is prepared. The squad is also ready." "Thank you very much, Oliver," Rowan replies to Oliver and waits for him to go out of the room. He is feeling nervous today. Maybe because he has aged. Or maybe... Rowan takes out the special amulet from his drawer that helps someone from being manipulated by others. It has a brocaded red silk cover. It lets out a smell of woods from it. The amulet has a picture of a Dragon-Fox emitting light out of its body and some words are written in Japanese. They are beyond Rowan's understand.

The water rippled until it gently lapped at the shoreline. “Let me tell you a story,” Rowan unbuttoned his suit jacket, his arm resting on the bench. “Once upon a time, there was a vampire who was utterly lonely. Some thousand years went by, he watched the rise and falls of nations, made terrible decisions by joining the wrong crowd drinking blood from unwilling participants,” his eyes darkened. “But that all changed, the day he found her.” Rowan’s eyes trailed to his mate that was serving lemonade to the children playing by the pond.

I’ve been here ever since. This town isn’t so strange, now. The people here in Clifton Heights are mostly good folks. Sheriff Baker is a good man, and I feel bad about him missing his wife. Gavin Patchett—the English teacher who took me out to dinner a lifetime ago—is a surprising aficionado of pawn shops. A hell of a writer it turns out, too. Shame what happened to him, why he had to leave town last year, but that’s how it goes. I know better than most, as I’ve just told you. Kevin Ellison, the owner of Arcane Delights, is always stopping by, searching for used books. Father Ward, the Headmaster at All Saints High is a sound fellow, for a priest and all. He comes in often to chat.

My back pressed to his chest, his arms around me. He washed my shoulders slowly, like worship. I closed my eyes. "Raymond?" "Hmm?" "Do you ever think we deserve all of this?" He kissed my wet skin. "I think we fought for it. Bled for it. Loved through it." I turned and cupped his cheek. "I want more days like this. Not just once a year." "Then let’s make them." Later that night, curled up in bed, I checked my phone again. Rachel had sent a picture: Aurora, covered in mashed avocado, grinning wildly.

“She didn’t choose this.” Rowan’s smile vanished. “None of us did. But we still belong to it.” “What is it?” I demanded. He turned toward the horizon. A shape moved there like a mountain dragging itself through the fog. Its shadow reached across the ground, swallowing the pale sand. “The door,” Rowan said. “The second one.” I stared at him. “You opened it.” “I only unlocked it,” he said. “You’re the one it wants now.” “Why?” “Because you loved her,” he said simply. “Love makes an anchor. The door needs something to hold on to. Someone to pull through.”

“You can’t protect me from everything, Kell. But I’m glad you're there when the visions occur because I don’t feel as alone as I used to be anymore.” She bites her lip and moves her head closer to mine. “You know you’re my hero, right? I had never been as happy as I am with you.” Her sincere words make my chest ache, and an overwhelming feeling of pleasure fills my heart. I’m about to answer when a knock on my window startles us from our private reverie. It’s Rowan. Amara and I step out of the car and greet Rowan. He doesn’t look as tired as he did when I saw him the morning before. He actually looks pink and well-fed.