Fangirl Rainbow Rowell Novels & Stories

The entire situation wasn’t hypothetical. When I gave my answer, we all knew that it was a serious response to a serious question. I said yes. I belonged to them now, and though I wasn’t sure how this would work, I decided to give it a try. Raine McClaren has changed. Months ago I wanted to be nameless, known only for that one night of crazy hot sex, and now, my bed was being shared with two men that were mine. To say I belonged to them wasn’t even crazier.

I stood there with my heart racing and my guilt burning as he turned and left. I was unable to perform anything correctly. Never had. Never would. Dahlia was sparring with the others across the field, and I could see her moving with her honey-blonde hair flying. She was stunning, self-assured, and powerful. She was loved by all. She fit in. And I was nothing beside her. Not in the same world, even. "Why did you even bothering to come?" I was surprised by the voice, but I knew it was Rowan without having to look. One of Dahlia's closest friends, one of her most devoted fans, and one of my worst harassers. I felt sick to my stomach at his arrogant tone.

And to my editor and trusted friend, Chibuzor Victor Obih, for encouraging me with kind words even when the storm was too large for me to calm. The whole sky was the colour of her skin. Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and park.

Kael joked, nodding his head towards where the human girl sat, “he's not your type anyway. She's human and definitely can't be your mate. Plus, she has her pretty face so far shoved off Rowan’s ass, she'd never pay attention to the likes of you.” I scowled, “Whose Rowan?” I said. Kael pointed to him on the third row of the bleachers. “Rowan’s her human lover that came with her from Aurelia, or at least I heard they were lovers. They stay in the same dorm suite and everything.” Kael grinned as if it made his day to burst my fantasy bubble or something.

The older woman’s gaze softened for just a moment. I felt a sudden pang of sympathy in my chest. There was something about the quiet dignity in her stillness, the way she observed us without needing words, that made the room feel even smaller and more intimate. Rachel settled into the armchair across from us, pushing aside a stack of mail to make room. "Wow," she said, shaking her head as she really looked at Rowan. "I haven’t seen you since your tenth birthday party. That superhero theme...remember? You had the cape and everything."

Phebe said. “ Was that your roomie?” Willow asked as Mila turned the phone to face a 5’7 ginger haired , caramel colored skin girl. She had beautiful freckles scattered on her gorgeous face. Her eyes were almond shaped and hazel. Phebe was drop dead gorgeous. “ Hi you must be Willow and she must be Rémy’s girlfriend, Raine.” she grinned giving them a small wave,” Phebe said. “ Yes, it’s nice to finally meet you Phebe. Please don’t let her sleep in tonight, drag her out to have some fun.” Raine suggested.

Elias blinked, "Pardon?" The girl glanced at her phone then back at Elias again, "You're her. You're the girl who wrote that book. The one about the Hot biker, Kaelen Nightshade and every fantasy you've had about him," Her voice was loud across the quiet room, "The one everyone has refused to shut up about," Heads lifted from the tables and conversations faltered as people's attention was drawn to them. Elias's throat tightened. Oh no. Her mother looked confused, "Penelope, what book are you talking about?"

I just want out of this shit box forest even if it smells like the best forest I’ve ever been in and back to my pack house. Elle POV: I’m still fucking pissed off at Rain. How dare he talk to me like I’m a damned dog. He better save that shit for his guys and not me. It’s not that serious, I tell myself. It’s just some dick. I can still walk away from alpha Rain anytime I like. He made it clear to me that it wasn’t as serious as I thought our time together had been lately. I don’t know what Rain and Aunt Hilda are gossiping about outside. One part of me wants to know and another part of me wants him to go fall into a hole.

“She’s going to call Lockhart. Isn’t that going to bite us?” “I don’t care what Jareth Lockhart thinks,” I said firmly. “The Radiant App has my name on it. I’m not letting some jealous drama queen sabotage it.” “Damn straight,” Romilly agreed. Rex leaned against the desk. “Okay... So can someone tell me why this Zinnia Chun woman is even on our radar?” I exhaled slowly. “Zinnia and I went to high school together. She was a cheerleader popular, glamorous. And I was...”