Just Rowan Real Name And Age Novels & Stories

I said. Only my family and close friends called me Angel. “Elowyn,” he repeated. “Nice name.” “Thanks. It’s a combination of my parents’ names,” I smiled. “And you? What’s your name?” “Rowan.” As I talked to him, he was surprisingly talkative, as if we were old friends catching up after years. He was entertaining enough to keep my mind off what I had seen earlier. His aura was light and easygoing, making it effortless for me to enjoy talking to him. I hadn’t actually expected him to be so jolly since most people like him that I had met were stiff and formal. I guess he was different from them.

Rowan even wished he could turn back time. Whenever Rowan groaned about Koben’s tantrums, his wife would snap back, saying that he asked for a bigger family. There was a ten-year gap between their eldest and youngest sons. Rowan got married at the age of twenty-nine and became a father the following year. His eldest son, Madden York, was the eleventh among the cousins and now fifteen years old. They had their second child when their firstborn was ten. At the time, Rowan was pushing forty, while his wife, two years his junior, was thirty-eight.

"What do you mean?" "Look, right there." I point to a picture on the screen of a younger Rowen, red hair disheveled and looking like it's needs to be combed. He's sitting at a table next to an almost identical version of him…just twenty-five years older. "His dad is Ryan Flanigan." Steve leans a little closer. "Are you serious?"

Julian came out of the car and stared at Rowan who was standing behind the pool. "Good day, sir," he greeted, bowing his head. "What are you doing there?" Julian asked. "The pool needs shocking, sir," Rowan responded. "Come," Julian beckoned, crooking his fingers. Rowan smiled and walked toward him. "What's your name? He asked. "I'm Rowan, sir." "How old are you?" "I'm twenty-six, sir," Rowan responded. "Good, I saw you talking to a lady in the garden this morning," Julian said. Rowan bobbed with a grin.

He said like a true mentor "Okay, I see, thanks. I will visit Anna today. Are all the people she invited related to mafia?" Sapphire asked him. "Oh I have missed this out. Good, you asked. No, you are never to tell from which family you belong. Ronaldo , never use it as your surname. Tell everyone you are Sapphire "Williams". Our family go by this surname in country. We are known by everyone as renowned business tycoon." He told her firmly. "Okay, so if someone someone about my husband what do I tell?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

She turned to the unfamiliar faces at the far end of the table. “You know, Rhea’s father works for Rowan. Right after the wedding, he got a promotion. My Rowan is so generous.” I opened my mouth. A sharp crack cut across the table, cutlery hitting porcelain. I flinched and turned. Rowan was staring at his stepmother, his jaw tight. “It’s a hot day and we just drove miles to get here.”His voice was low, controlled, the kind of calm that made people stop breathing. “Can you manage to not embarrass yourself at the table?”

I can already feel the energy flowing through me, the kind that used to drive me before life got messed up. I pull out my phone and take a selfie. This would be for Dad. I don't know how he's going to feel knowing I'm working here, but I feel very happy. A few minutes later, I hear footsteps and a voice that makes my pulse jump. “Well, well. Look who finally decided to join the family business.” I turn, startled. Rowan stands by the doorway with that usual easy smile in place. He's dressed in a light grey suit that looks like it was made to fit him. His confident charm feels effortless.

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

She scoffed quietly and moved toward the hall— only to stiffen when a strong arm suddenly draped across her shoulders. “Relax. It’s me.” The brown-haired guy grinned down at her. Philipa forced a stiff smile, resisting the urge to shove him away. Any sudden reaction could expose her. He continued talking easily as they walked. “Name’s Rowan. Alpha from Moonstone Pack.” “Jordan,” she replied evenly. “Don’t mind those idiots,” Rowan said. “A man’s worth isn’t measured by words—but strength.” They reached the hall entrance. And then— They froze.