Kellie Rowe Novels & Stories

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.

Kell I make my way to the table and almost faint in shock when I see who’s there. Rowan is sitting at the table with Carrick and Haley. He’s wearing the black suit jacket I told him to wear, which is not exactly appropriate for the occasion. As I stroll casually toward the table, I search around for some answers. “Hey, bro. So you decided to come after all.” He nods his head and smiles cynically. “I was bored. And since you invited me, I figured I’d come around and see what all the flash was about.”

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

A woman in her forties, wearing glasses, stepped forward with visible excitement and walked straight up to Kelly. "Excuse me, are you Kelly Walt?" Kelly blinked, a little caught off guard. "I am. And you are…?" "Kelly, hello! I'm Lucy Cornwell from the Amstern Music Association. I'm one of the judges for today's competition. I saw a video of one of your performances online not long ago. When I spotted you just now, I thought I must be imagining things. I can't believe it's really you!" Kelly smiled warmly. "Ah, the famous Lucy Cornwell. It's an honor to meet you."

As she watched the mastiff sprint away, Charmine marched forward, pulled at the metal gate, and closed it behind her. The world became peaceful, and danger was resolved right away. Meanwhile… Kelly was drowning in the sewage water, her head the only thing above it, and she held onto the metal bar that kept her from falling inside completely. Seeing that Charmine was walking over, she barked, “Charmine, pull me up! Pull me up!” Charmine merely stood by the side and gave a cold glare. “Who are you? Why should I pull you up?” “Me! I’m Kelly Millan! The director of HollyOak Entertainment, World’s Sexiest Supermodel! Pull me up, now!” Kelly ordered breathlessly as she glared daggers at Charmine.

he said to the group. A couple girls smiled. One waved. Another… tall, blonde, legs for days looked me up and down slow. "Hi," she said finally. "I'm Kayla." "Hi." "You Rowan's new girl right ?" I felt him tense next to me. "Yeah," he said. "She is." Kayla smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. "Cute." Rowan steered me away fast. "Ignore her." "Who is she?" "Ex. From like two years ago."

My mom and I have a set diet plan where I eat properly on alternate days and the other days I would just eat fruits. Yes, it is more horrible than it sounds. I am actually used to the headaches. “Nope, I can’t eat today. Anyways, I have something else to talk to you about.” I say as I drag out my words suggestively, making him switch off the stove and focus all of his attention on me like he knew I was up to something. Okay, now I am nervous. “You remember the model, Kylie? Pretty girl with-“ “Yep, we talked for a few minutes. She was trying to find her phone, turned out to be in her pocket the whole time. Weird.” He told me, almost making me shake my head.