Just Rowan Real Name And Age Novels & Stories

“It is certainly not an issue. We just started our dinner. Mr. …?” Having her mother ask for his name he was taken aback. He answered her with a grin. “Kenji. I’m Kenji James. And you are?” The older woman held her hand out, he took a seat as he accepted her hand. “I am Rowan and this is my daughter Emma Jean. Now tell me Mr. Kenji. Are you seeing anyone? My dear Emma Jean is in desperate need of a decent fellow. You must be one I’m assured.”

The man was still in the office, I knew that, and despite not knowing how the meeting went with Domenico, I knew that things wouldn’t be all fun and games; especially after the game that he tried to pull on us. “Alexander referred to me as…” “Giuliano is his real name, and yes, he was my lover. You are the bloodline of the Grimaldi family, but seeing as the two of us never did get married and that things tended to take so many different turns. You, and your father’s bloodline took my last name” she said, and I gulped. My heart raced, and despite wrapping my arms around myself, I knew that the woman could see my fear and worry as goosebumps rose on my skin.

I've never seen someone with hair that is such a luminous dark blue, scattered across the man's forehead to his eyes, which are a threatening obsidian colour. He skips forward on light steps and holds his hand out to me. "Good morning, Dawn. Wow, this must be your favourite time of day." I'm not sure if I'm struggling to react to the lame joke he just added to the first sentence he ever spoke to me, or just by him in general. He is both the strangest man I have ever seen, and the most intriguing. "You work for Rylan," I decide. Why else would he be here? He frowns, then chuckles animatedly. The way he laughs is interesting, as if it has been locked away for quite some time, and doesn't see t

Alpha Rowan was already waiting for us at the meeting place, his best friend standing coolly beside him. Gray, waist-length hair tied in a low ponytail, a flannel shirt and jeans, a long, thin scar scaling the length of his jaw, Alpha Rowan was almost the same age as Dad if he hadn’t passed away. In fact, they had been friends at some point. Beside him stood Remi. Shaved head, full beard, skin-tight black shirt, and jeans. Remi wasn’t his beta for a reason. Alpha Rowan has many secrets, and Remi is one of them.

He froze the moment he saw me, and I mirrored his reaction. It had been months since we'd last seen each other. He looked thinner—probably from taking care of the baby. "Rowan, this is my fiancée, Angela," Jeremy said cheerfully, pulling me closer. "We're getting married soon." There was a loud clunk as something slipped from Rowan's hand and hit the floor. "When did you two meet?" he asked stiffly.

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at

Gabrielle scowled at the disclosure. "Yeah, a woman!” "And who could she be?" Gabrielle sprang to her feet. "Regina!" A familiar masculine voice answered from the door, startling the ladies as they cracked their eyes to the door. "Rowan Greys!" Gabrielle's blue eyes broadened in terror, and her jaws slacked in panic. "Hey, baby doll!" Rowan sniggered while chewing his gum, he don a black hoodie and black trousers. He has brown shining eyes, and sharp jawlines, his left arm was heavily tattooed and he loves chewing gum —his father was once a mafia syndicate but not until Mr. Reagan slew him.

What the hell is wrong with this guy? I quietly shake my head. His smile widens, showing his Colgate white teeth as he laughs out loud looking at me. What is wrong with him? "Ryan…Uh-Sir, I need to leave. I only came to drop you, as you were very drunk." Suddenly his jovial demeanor changes as his expressions drop completely like he lost elections or shares. Did I just see him pouting? "NO! You can’t go." He spats instantly. "You can’t leave me drunk." I look at him wondering what his age might be. Twenty-five, fifteen?

Rowan cleared his throat and said, "I know this may come as a surprise to you, but I want you to help me with something." The 22-year-old naive me, who secretly had a crush on my handsome boss, smiled like a young woman in love and asked him, "Yes, sir. I am eager to help you." Rowan met my eyes with his shining blue eyes and said, "Actually, my grandfather's will says that before I can take over his wealth, I need to marry before I turn 28." "Oh," my jaw dropped as I looked at his handsome face. "What do you want me to do about this, boss?" I asked him, not understanding where he was driving it.

She stated and grabbed her phone. "I don't know anything about him apart from his name" I mumbled quietly. "What's his name?" "Rowan" "Rowan Adam?" She asked. "I don't know." She laughed. "What's funny?" "Impossible" She sprang up to her feet instantly. "Why are you acting strange?" "Rowan Adam is a business tycoon. He runs so many businesses and has a lot of companies"She replied and I rolled my eyes.