Kellie Rowe Novels & Stories

She truly means it. "Hey..." Rayne's sweet voice catches my attention, making me look at her. I walk over to her and she surprises me by taking my hand and placing a ring on my finger. "That was my dad's... it's yours now," she speaks through the tears that roll down her pink cheeks. I softly bring her close to me by placing my hand on the small of her back and pulling her towards me. I bend down and kiss her lips, trying to satisfy my need for their sweet taste. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her hair is shorter now, it no longer reaches her waist as it used to, it's just below her shoulders. She had to cut it because we needed to shield our army. I can feel her hot tears as th

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 doorbell rang. Chantelle froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She heard her cousin Isabella get up to open the door. She couldn't hear what was being said, but she heard the sound of someone else coming into the house. After a few moments, her uncle came back into the kitchen, followed by his wife. "Chantelle," Rosemary her uncle's wife called out. "Yes ma" She answered."

Frowning, Alex turns to Rowan with a questioning look. Rowan smiles widely, tilting his head in my direction. “I thought it was great. We got to meet some really hot girls. Especially one cheerleader that caught Khail’s eye. What was her name again, Khail?” I raise my eyebrow and shrug my shoulders, refusing to play this game, but Rowan persists. “You know the hot one with long brown hair and the killer body.” He sits next to me, elbowing me in the chest. “Sorry, bro, I have no clue,” I said stonily.

"Kelsi we have no choice here, that's the only place that was like a home to us, remember Mr Richard sponsored your education, feed and shelter for us. We need to return the favor by helping him take care of his family till he will be discharged from the hospital, And You know I've not been sitting idle, and this sale is not going well, can't you see we have to survive. How many people have you seen that's a maid that enjoys the privilege the Richard's are giving to us? You can't see that anywhere my dear, that's why you have to go there and work, #15,000 is a large sum of amount of money We need it, apart from the money we also receive gifts and food most times,you have to go back there kel

The meeting took time as the new investors kept on asking lots of questions which was answered ofcourse. I got out of the conference hall and was about to walk out of the elevator when my phone beeped. I brought it out and frown on seeing the message from my assistant. I stomped out of the elevator and matched to my office where I was told Chloe was causing commotion with my secretaries. What the fvck is wrong with that girl. For crying out loud, why would she come to my company to fight my employees. Such guts she has. "Chloe I thundered as I got to the scene to see her landing a piercing slap on one of my secretary and dragging the hair of the other.

Seeing someone step forward to defend Shirley, Kelly let out a cold laugh. "And who are you to be standing up for her? Do you even know who she is?" "I… Of course, I know her! Ms. Shrill is my idol! I've admired her for years. I know when she debuted, what movies she's been in, and even her favorite foods!" Rowena retorted with an indignant voice. Kelly sneered at Rowena, "Well, you certainly are her die-hard fan."

The cars began to roll away, one after the other, like a funeral procession. She didn’t move until they were all gone. Inside the cab , hands trembling, she opened her browser and typed his name. Kingsley Rowe. And there it was. The search results were like being hit by a train. Kingsley Rowe — CEO of Rowe Industries. Billionaire entrepreneur. Former MIT prodigy. Board member of 12 major corporations. There were photos of him in tuxedos at galas, on yachts, in interviews, handshakes with presidents, smiling beside world leaders.

Mella sighed, and she asked, "Does she live here in city A?. I haven't seen any lady with you before or around you in the company. Not even at the office." "Well yeah, she doesn't live here in City A. She's in the village," Chris replied, taking a drink from his own glass cup that Mella had poured out for him as he nearly got choked on the chicken pepper soup. "A village girl?!" Mella shouted, looking surprisingly at Chris, as to how a handsome guy like Chris would be dating a village lady. "What if she has another guy in the village that she's dating behind your back because of the distance?" Mella questioned Chris, and he shrugged as he didn't like the sound of that.

We were going to hold it. The article named her at four seventeen PM. An update to the original piece. Her name. Her firm. A photograph pulled from the firm's website. The specific detail that she had been representing herself as Beckett Rowe's wife while simultaneously working at a firm in active acquisition discussions with Rowe Industries. I saw it at four eighteen. I called her immediately. She picked up on the first ring. "I know," she said. "I am looking at it right now." "Are you okay."