Nina Rowan Novels & Stories

Rowan’s smirk grew as he strode out of the room. He left the King and Queen sitting, looking utterly lost. He made his demands, and they readily accepted them, saving the royal family’s reputation. Natalia would try to enact some revenge for this. She was a prideful woman, always seeking more power, but he would be ready for it. Natalia has always had everything she could ever ask for, whereas Rowan knew what it was like to have nothing. They should be grateful that Rachel, the Omega who raised him, was sweet and had taught him affection; otherwise, he was sure he’d have been more of a monster.

Seeing him regain consciousness, Nadia immediately rejoiced, wanting to hug him, but was coldly dodged by him. Carwyn didn't care about Nadia's disappointed expression, only asking, "Where's Rowan?" Nadia said softly, "Outside the door." “Tell him to come in, and you go out first.” Carwyn said coldly. Nadia looked at him in disbelief, she had been with him all night and now she was sent away like this. But no matter how painful it is, you have to step out. Nadia goes outside, telling Rowan that Carwyn called him in.

With a blank expression, we all march out of the house and into the dark, starless night. Leonid takes the wheel and Akim sits beside him in the front seat while I take the seat, monitoring Nina Makarova through my mobile. Nina is a nymphomaniac, such that every minute of the day she loves feeling sexual pleasure. Right now, she’s playing with her body with toys. She’s relaxed over the bed with her thighs spread apart as he fucks her cunt with the toy’s length. I think that’s what Igor Abramov loved about her; her high sex drive and looks too. Nina is no doubt a beautiful woman that even now she’s in her fifties she's exceptionally pretty more than an actual twenty-year-old.

The plan was already taking shape in my mind, small, quiet things that could grow into something greater. Natalia wanted perfection. I’d give her ruin. And when Nolan came running to protect her, he’d remember who stood beside him before she ever came.

All I knew, is that boy was long gone. Lyrina Veega stood near him, practically glowing. The moon adored her. Or maybe she adored herself enough for both. Perfect blonde hair, perfect fucking cheekbones, perfect everything. Even her shadow looked smug. She shot me a sweet, venom coated smile. “Try not to faint, Emara. The goddess hates weakness.” Rowan snorted under his breath. “The goddess also hates cheap perfume and narcissism, yet here she stands.” I pinched his arm to stop him from laughing out loud.

I was no longer Raina, the girl known only to be fat and useless, but I was now Raina Stone, Rowan’s mate and future Luna. My heels clicked on the floor as I approached Rowan, my eyes focused only on him. He was all I could see… my strength, my confidence booster, my mate. ‘You look so breathtaking, Sweet Pea,’ Rowan’s voice echoed in my head. A smile crossed my lips. ‘You look handsome, my mate,’ I replied, admiring him as I walked towards him. He looked so hot in an all-black suit, his dark caramel brown hair styled neatly into a quiff. If we were from the medieval age, he would be a nobleman from an aristocratic family, and I would be the girl he chose to marry for love, despite what soci

“And be subtle.” Rowan wiped his mouth. “Subtle is my middle name.” Rowan didn’t argue but rose and disappeared through the narrow corridor hidden behind the tapestry that depicted a moon goddess cloaked in silver. The wall closed behind him with a click so soft only my enhanced hearing caught it. Minutes passed. I waited, sipping his drink, tension carefully masked behind every calm movement. Then, the tapestry swayed again. Rowan stepped out, followed by an elderly man with graying hair and piercing eyes. Elder Sean blinked at the luxurious surroundings and looked around the room in wonder.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

All except one. A face that glared at me with a conceited smile. She had waited for this moment, she had waited to look me in the eyes with a calculative stare. Shania, drapes in a red polkadot gown and a black cashmere trenchcoat hanging over her shoulders. She let her ginger hair fall over shoulder with a braid at the two ends of her frontal. “Finally, we thought you were gonna have to cancel this meeting,” She smiled as though our argument yesterday never happened, like this was the first time we were speaking in months.

He could barely get the words out through his trembling. After that night, it seemed like Rowan finally let go. We had no contact for a long, long time. When winter ended, the summit was over. I returned to the North and my quiet life. Then, one spring, tucked inside a strategic report, there was an urgent letter from Obsidian Ridge. It was from Rowan’s sister, Nia. The former Luna had passed away in regret two years ago. Nia’s letter was tear-stained and filled with guilt.