Kellie Rowe Novels & Stories

Nicholas Rowe, I am writing to you directly since every other medium of communication with you regarding the Rowe Scholarship has been blocked and exhausted. I, Willow Taylor, am currently a student at your alma mater, Atkins High School. Three weeks ago, I received a letter from your employee Julia Reyes which stated that I had been selected as the recipient of your prestigious scholarship. As it is awarded to a final year student with outstanding scholastic aptitude from Atkins High School, I received the news with great excitement.

I ask him. “No, I just gave some ideas to Virelle Knox, and she wrote the rest of the text,” Kael says. “One minute left,” the worker shouts again. “We need to sit down in our hockey broadcast chairs right now,” I say, and my skin feels super cold because I am so scared I will look silly on the camera. “You are going to do a great job, Rowan,” Kael says with a big, warm smile. “Do not be nice to my wolf, because I am ready to take a huge beating from your tongue today.”

Dan advises, no bullshit in his tone. Katherine: Hey Josh, it's Katherine from last night. I set my phone down, and, takin a large gulp of my coffee, anxiously wait for a ring. “Okay, what about the other guy?” She continues grilling. Adam’s dark eyes flash through my mind making my body feel warm. I'm not even sure how to describe him.

He said, this time with a smile. "How long has Rachel been working here and do you have any pictures," I said, hoping for it to be true. "A year or so later, she works at night only, and her home is around the corner," he said, rippling in the direction of her home. "But why are asking,"

But I supposed that things would have turned out differently had Trent not had a hand in ruining it. "You sure the dude is here?" Eric asked Ashton. "This is where he spends all his weekend." He shrugged as we looked up at the Golden LED display of the Loft. As we were about to enter the place, my phone rang. It was Rory. "Yes pumpkin, I am with the guys-" "Rowan Albert Keller." This was the first time she had taken my full name. "Get your ass and those asses back here this instant!" She all but screeched so much that I had to move the phone away from my ear.

Jonathon greets politely, as Kellie saunters over to them. "As I live and breathe, the Jonathon Keller himself." Kellie smiles as she halts beside Sebastian. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Kellie outstretches a hand daintily and Jonathon shakes it briefly. "The pleasure is mine. And you are?" Jonathon queries and Kellie smiles in a flirty manner. "Kellie Cardin, Attorney at Law with the Langston Firm." She introduces herself, and Jonathon smiles, albeit sceptical of her. "Not surprised Sebastian didn't mention me."

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

Cherie looks between us and Elle. “I’m…” Cherie takes a big gulp then continues. “I am so very sorry Selene.” “Apology accepted.” I tell her as she looks to Sia who nods for her to sit back down. “Fuck all of this!” Elle stomps off as we continue to chat. I smile as the women begin to tell me about their companies and what kind of work they need from me. I smile as I chat with the ladies. I still can’t get what they said to me out of my head. I keep thinking what is this dark side that they think Rowan is a part of? Maybe it’s all the things he did for me while I was kidnapped. Maybe there is more to Rowan than I first thought. Question is how will I find it out?

I looked at Keane, who was leaning up against the railing, his eyes still pinned on where she last stood. “Feel better?” I asked. “You wanted to catch her, and we did.” Keane said nothing for a long moment, but Teague spoke up. “I see your obsession with her, man.” He whistled between his teeth. “Those fucking legs go on for days.” “She’s a beauty,” I agreed, imagining running my hands through that dark, color-streaked brown hair. “A fighter, too. Why is she here?” “Dunno,” Keane said finally. “Since that last nurse bitch Malorie got fired, I haven’t been able to get into student files.”

Heavy, measured steps that make Rochelle's face go pale with sudden fear. Kelly's presence fills the doorway before she even steps into view, her power radiating outward like heat from a forge. The temperature in my cell seems to drop several degrees as she enters, her cold eyes taking in the scene—Rochelle holding the untouched tray of food, me chained and defiant in my corner, the overturned stool that speaks of barely contained conflict. "Problems, Rochelle?" Kelly asks, her voice deceptively mild. The question sounds casual, conversational, but I can hear the steel underneath. Rochelle swallows hard, clearly struggling to find words that won't get her killed.