Library Rowland Heights Novels & Stories

She thought for so long like she had to fetch the feelings from some faraway place. “Sad.” The word dropped off and I was dissatisfied. I expected more, she always spoke so much. A single word was foreign to her. It was wrong. “You?” she asked. “Dead inside,” I replied. She looked at me and nodded in agreement. Hannah drove us to a nearby place that was behind the house. I’d never run in this direction so I didn’t know this place existed. It looked like any other normal part of the forest but it had a giant tombstone between two trees. A few more trees formed a U around the tombstone like it was meant to be there. The name ROWLAND TRAGA was engraved on it, along with his date of birth and de

I reached for it, keeping it flat, and dialled Harmon's number. He picked up on the first ring. "Boss, we've got a problem. Rowan just left the Meridian building. Two vehicles, heading south at high speed. He's moving." South. Toward the Highfields district. Toward me. I crouched behind the island, gun in one hand, phone in the other, and looked across the ruined kitchen at Leo. "He's coming," I said. Another volley of shots tore through the house. Somewhere above us, a window frame splintered. A painting crashed from the wall. Mrs Tanner's pot of rice toppled from the stove, spilling across the tile in a flood of orange and red.

Whispers floated between them. “She is gone.” “No, she is not gone. She is in the dungeon.” “Rowland put her there.” Kendrick’s chest tightened. He stormed forward, his voice sharp. “Where is she? Who allowed this?” Rowland appeared at the top of the stairs, calm but cruel. His smile was bitter. “So you return, brother. You fight wars outside but forget the war inside these walls.” Kendrick’s fists clenched. “Where is Rina?” Rowland walked slowly down the steps, holding a chain of keys in his hand. He swung them as if they were a prize.

Patricia interrupted him coldly, “Don’t give me excuses. You’re constantly with Solomon, so you must know everything. Tell me! What’s going on?” Jonathan knew he should not be chatty, but faced with the madam’s pressure, he had no choice but to tell the truth. “Madam, I’m not sure about the specifics. I only know that Mr. Rowland went to see Ms. Matthams yesterday at noon, but they seemed to have quarreled. Mr. Rowland was so angry that he drank all night in Sleepless City. Then, he went to the company in the wee hours and stayed in the office until dawn before heading to Ms. Mattham’s house again this morning. However, he came back down soon after, and his expression was even worse than yes

He imagined everyone must have still been recuperating after the blizzard. Rowan’s quarters was built near the north edge of the peak of the tower, just next to the map room in the center. It was the one place in the Citadel he had never been to, mainly because Rowan was almost never in her quarters during the day, so he had no reason to ever be there until now. Rowan’s night had been about as rough as his, and he was desperate to see that she was alright.

Never questioned. He just did. All the times he had met him, always with Rowan, he'd felt like he was standing too close to a loaded gun. “We have a location,” Rowan said. “Westside. Garden Estate.” Silence. Then the sound of keys jingling. Rowan's voice returned, calm and lethal. “Adrian, I'm on my way. Send me the exact coordinates.” “Already done,” Adrian said, fingers flying across the keyboard. “Sending now.”

She followed behind them and walked out of the banquet quickly. … “That’s pretty much what’s happening at the banquet.” Mr. Williams reported to Rowan. The latter stood at the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. He was in his private mansion in Centrolis, which was close to Royal Manor. “Our Cordelia is amazing. She doesn’t need anybody’s help, and she managed to handle that Nelly!” Charlie complimented. Rowan smirked. He could not help but feel proud. Of course she was amazing. Who was her father!?

I was trying to prevent at least one of those. Rowan was in the hall before I even reached the front door. Great. Of course he was. Why did I think this was going to be easy? “Where?” he asked. I didn’t bother lying. Rowan could smell lies like they were perfume. “The north line,” I said. “Service road area. The soil.” Rowan’s mouth tightened. “No.” I stared at him. “Is that your final answer.” “Yes,” he said, blunt as a weapon.

Lloyd replied before he chuckled amusingly. Rowan’s muscles tensed, and I could see him clenching his fists as if debating whether or not to punch Lloyd again. "You should have stayed out of this," Rowan muttered darkly. "I think you need to grow up, Rowan. What were you planning to do? Keep this poor little girl in the dark forever? Pretend that she could work and be a part of our world and also never find out about what’s lying beneath the surface?" Lloyd asked rhetorically.

he replied curtly, clearly more interested in the news than me. I turned my attention to the newspaper rack and quickly pulled out today's issue. Scanning the headlines, my heart sank as I read the words, "Giant moon pack Alpha Rowland missing After what felt like an eternity, Rowland finally returned. He had a small paper bag in his hand, which he quickly stowed away in his backpack. "Let's go," he said, motioning for me to follow him. We approached the ticket booth, and Rowland spoke quietly to the attendant, who nodded and handed us two tickets.