Nina Rowan Novels & Stories

I asked her. She nodded her head. "Yes. He's Rowan. He's a pretty important man in the city and his company well, it's well known. But he isn't an ordinary man. I am sure that you know that...".she looked up at me skeptically as she said this. I scoffed. "what could be so great about Rowan? He is just a business man who got lucky. Nothing great about him at all," I said. Naya was only with him because of the money. She would come to see that money could not be enough for her forever.

The police zoomed in on the woman when they were able to get a perfect angle that showed the lady's face. It was Nora. Nora's jaw dropped.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

She lets herself join us. “Shakira, it is great to see you.” Rowan pulls his hand away from my thigh. I turn to see a beautiful woman with red hair and glossy lips. Her dress hits every curve on her body. “This is my wife, Selene.” “What a lucky woman. She must be really special to be able to tame a man like you. Is she…open…you know…” Shakira raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. “Shakira.” Rowan says in a commanding voice and she instantly quiets. What the heck is going on in front of me?

Marcus said under his breath. Rowan walked the line again. Slower this time. He wasn’t looking for beauty — he was looking for something specific. Something in the eyes, the jaw, the way a face sat. He stopped in front of one girl near the end. She was closest. Not identical, but closest. He picked up a folded dress from the table beside him and held it out to her. Then he reached out and held her jaw lightly, just long enough to look at her properly. “You’re Rhea tonight,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

There was a long line ahead of us when we ordered, so it would likely be a couple more minutes before our drinks were ready. I noticed a short, red-headed woman with big brown eyes approaching me. She had a serious expression on her face. “You’re Ella Rowan, right?” she said in a nervous tone. “Yes,” I confirmed. “Who are you?” “My name is Nadia,” she answered. “I used to date Alexander.”

She became a mere Warrior, although she was still beautiful and sought after, she felt horrible. When this Gabrielle came into the picture and started chasing Rogan, she was spiteful but she didn’t think too much about it since she knew Rogan would not budge but suddenly, Nina was back and alive. Now, that was something Nayla had to see. Nina was still as beautiful as she was previously but now, she was just more charismatic. It was a good look on her. Nayla hated it. Nina looked at the two people in front of her and made a deduction. They both liked Rogan and we’re delusional as hell.

"This is my wife." Rowan quirked a brow and appraised Natalie with amusement. The look on his face was inscrutable. "Wife? Am I looking at Mrs. Pereira?" The next second, Natalie denied impatiently with a scowl, "I have nothing to do with Mr. Pereira, much less be his wife." This further piqued Rowan's interest, but no grin could distract from the icy gleam in his eyes. "Mr. Pereira, this beautiful woman denies being your wife. I believe your love is one-sided, if not make-believe."

, she said, but her tone had a weight to it, as if excitement came with a side of pressure. “I’m sure it’s a lot to plan,” I offered gently. Nina nodded. “And that’s why I’m here. To talk to Rowan.” I tilted my head. “About?” She looked at me carefully before continuing, “I was going to ask him if there’s someone—preferably a woman—on his team who can help me with the planning side of things. Not a wedding planner—I have that. But someone who’s… grounded. Honest. Someone who can help me make choices. Dresses, themes, venues, small things... big things. Just a second opinion that isn’t trying to sell me something.”

The thought of Kendrick suffering because of her made her knees weaken. “Please, Rowland,” she begged softly. “Don’t do this. I don’t want you. Please.” But Rowland’s eyes hardened. “You will agree, or he pays the price.” Tears filled Rina’s eyes as she shook her head. “You’re cruel.” “I’m your reality,” Rowland sneered. “Now say it. Say you agree.” Her voice broke. “I… I agree.” Rowland’s smile widened, full of triumph. “Good girl.”