Nina Rowan Novels & Stories

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.

I murmured. “Speak of the devil.” Detective baker frowned. I looked in the direction of where he was looking and saw a woman in a suit walking toward us. She had a friendly smile painted on her face, but I had a feeling we wouldn’t be the best of friends. “Detective Baker, long time no see,” she beamed. “I prefer it that way,” detective Baker grumbled. He still hadn’t returned her smile. So they must have some kind of history there. She looked at me. “You must be Marina Davis,” she said. “I am Special Agent Danna Halman. You can call me Danna or agent Danna.”

It’s like having a warm blanket wrapped round you in the cooler months of Fall. “Good morning, Miss Tate.” Nina says with a broad smile on her warm and loving face. I love her, she’s the best nanny, cook, housekeeper in the world. She’s like a second mom to me. If I had to choose a different mom, it would definitely be Nina. She’s wearing her grey dress uniform with starched white collar and cuffs on the short sleeves. Over which she has on her usual white pinny edged with white lace. She reminds me of Jennifer Lopez from Maid in Manhattan, with her olive skin, dark as dark hair tied in a smart bun at the base of her neck and large gold hooped earrings. Nine comes from Mexico but has lived a

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

they all knew the rules of the game so they no longer need a reminder, Nora picks up a bottle and spins it around and the head of the bottle points to her. " Go on, dare me" she urges and Rowan stares at her for what seems like a minute... " I dare you to tell me your reasons for coming here" he dared and a seductive smile appeared on her lips... " What a straightforward guy...well if this is how it turns out, I might just do what I came here for other than telling you" she crawled to him ever so slowly, and like the seductress queen she is, she rubs her tomb on his slightly pink lips and traces on his face to his jawline. She tugs on his jet-black hair making him take a deep breath...though

She sighted Naina and merrissa sitting at the front facing the stage, so she walked up to them, with silver behind her. " Wow can't believe Nicki could be this beautiful on pink" Naina said admiring Nicki. " Woah!!, And if I were to be a boy trust me I would have asked her out" merissme and they all laughed " Thanks Naina , you guys look amazing too" Nicki said and sat beside Naina while silver sat with merrissa. Naina was staring at Nicki, and noticed something was off about her today, but it seems she couldn't get a hold of that thing.

She would really be showing herself off to the world if she became a model. This was somewhat contrary to the philosophy Ophelia had instilled in her since she was young, that girls should be modest and decent. Therefore, Nora was hesitant, but Rowan gave her confidence. Rowan had long discovered that Nora naturally looked good in the clothes that she wore. She was obviously not as tall as those professional models, nor did she have an outstanding figure, but she looked good in all the clothes she wore in her own way.

She smirked at Nina. "Who the hell do you think you are? Pretending not to know me. Who the hell are you?" Nina yelled at the top of her voice as her blood boil in rage, not minding that she was here for something important. Just like Aliyah, Nina's dream has always been to become a popular and successful actress. She has lived all her life, working toward this, attending every audition, but was never picked for any role, so she was never lucky. Well, she was determined to do her best and secure the role this time.

When we rounded the bend, I saw her—Rochelle, waiting like an actress mid-monologue whose stage had been sabotaged. She wasn’t angry at me. She was furious at something else. At someone who’d taken her spotlight. Her mouth was a stiff, unmoving slash of restraint, but her fingers betrayed her—tight, twitching, nails digging into palm. The scent of burned ego hung around her like cologne. “You look nervous,” I murmured as they forced me to kneel. My voice was raw, but steady. She didn’t answer. I lifted my chin, staring directly into the mask she hadn’t quite sealed over her rage.