Nina Rowan Novels & Stories

By mid-noon, the two female teammates of Oscar woke up. One was a skinny girl by the name of Nina, who had short blonde with a simple maroon and white color combined dress and black stockings. She was a mage but Evy noted she didn't have a staff like Santina. Oscar was kind enough to explain to the girl that she’s very adept in long-range support with three attributes. She was very nervous that she wouldn't make eye contact with her and Santina. Evy wasn’t too keen on scaring her so she didn’t try to force Nina in talking but the other woman in their team didn’t seem to have the same problem.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

The village had taken a lot of space, thought Lucas, Nieal must have been through many objections from the other landlords to free this huge space. Returning back to the gathering, Lucas thought he wanted to learn Nieal’s way of persuasion. He spotted Nieal and Roman sat far across him, then his eyes started to wander. She must be here too. A minute later, his eyes fixed to a familiar figure. Her appearance as wonderful as usual, thought Lucas inside, the bag that sling on her was an odd addition to her gray dress, her style. Lucas’s thought ended with smile on his face. Standing still watched Irina mixing wine with another drink, he smiled again. His brows raised a little when a woman and a

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

The feeling was good, but there was no way she was going to confess how she felt with his hand over hers. " Mom and Zeke," she sighed, taking a gulp from her magaritta. " What's up with them?" "For starters, mom wants me to get a man, fall in love, and get married. And Zeke somewhat agrees to it." The 27-year-old lady said Alyona inherited her mother's remarkable beauty, with entrancing eyes that reflected her own. Her tall, curvy shape was complemented by a beautiful olive complexion, which added to her allure.

Other than that, she is pretty good at hiding anything else. I have to be careful around her, or I don’t know if I’m able to control myself. I mean, just a glance is enough to screw my mind. I don’t even know what would have happened if I hadn’t left the bathroom. I guess that was what Rachel had in her mind before attempting to act by throwing the only piece of clothes that was covering her nudity. I don’t want to control my feelings, but I have to if I want to give Rachel what she deserves all this time.

I couldn’t just move as my brain finally processed who this woman was. She is the taboo topic that Remi spoke of. She is Rowan’s woman, his fiancée and the person he is going to spend the rest of his life with. I couldn’t help but let my gaze fall on how Rowan’s hands wrap around her delicate wrists. Even though her face is swollen from long hours of grief and tears, her makeup smudged with dark circles under her eyes. She is still so pretty and elegant and it’s only normal that someone like Rowan bags a classy rich model girl as beautiful as her.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

The kind of smile that held no warmth. “If that is the case, then we can work together on that. Now get inside, young lady. Orion, send servants for her clothes.” After that, Alpha Rowan went inside the room next door. The room he gave me is big. It didn’t take long for the servants to send me clothes, which I thought were of low quality, but to my surprise, they are pretty good. I’m not sure if Alpha Rowan asked someone to buy these, or if there’s a lady living in the house who’s not a servant and he asked her to give me some of her clothes. They look a bit old fashioned so I assume they’re not new.

Secretly, Caitlyn prayed and hoped for an opportunity to show off as his partner to suffice again. She missed being close to him. She missed the body contact, his eyes, and his succulent lips. "Mr. King just arrived," Hannah's voice jolted her out of her thoughts. She nodded with a warm smile as a response. She had instructed the lady to inform her of Martin's arrival as soon as he does. She stood up, her smile never leaving her face, and adjusted her shirt, even though it needed none. She tucked it into her trousers neatly and sat down, then opened her bag and brought out her makeup kits, did a little touch-up on her face, and gave a contented smile at her reflection in the small hand mirro