Novel Enny Row Novels & Stories

she finished going awe struck, holding the arms of Juliet and dancing with her. Juliet sort of had an idea that she had visited a similar place with Nikolas some time back, but other than that the address went straight over her head because she never thought about other things when she was with him. “Do you think this man Enoch Rowan has any connection with Nikolas?” “You silly, other than being billionaires they don't have anything in common. And all rich people’s homes are the same. Posh, elegant and ultimate.” Savannah wiped away the little doubt that Juliet had.

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

To all my amazing readers of "The Beautiful Wife of Mr. Rowland" Hello, dear readers 💛 I just want to take a moment to say THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart. This book, “The Beautiful Wife of Mr. Rowland”, is my first ever story, and I still can’t believe so many of you are reading it, supporting it, and following the journey of Emily and Denovon. I was nervous when I started writing, but your love, your encouragement, and even your silent support have given me the strength to keep going.

It was neutral territory if you will. I see this beautiful woman enter out of the corner of my eye. She has waist-length black hair and stands at a petite 5’1. She’s not fat but she’s far from skinny. The tits and ass on her though. I turn fully to watch her when she turns and makes complete eye contact with me through the crowd. Her eyes held pupils like that of a cat. How odd. I tilt my head, intrigued. What and who was that wonderful feline-looking woman. Within an instant, she was gone. I noticed the tears in her outfit and smelt a tinge of blood in the air, but that could have come from anyone.

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

The woman's once pretty face was now filled with dirt. "Hi, Ma'am. I'm detective Catharine from Paradiso City Police Department or PCPD. I just want to ask how you find the victim. Don't worry we won't harm you. Instead we would try our best and bring you to custody." Catharine managed to calm her voice. A pair of green eyes looked up to her. She really is shaken but nevertheless managed to speak. "M-man. Black. Blue eyes. E-eency W-weency song," the woman said. After she said this, a song suddenly plays out of nowhere. It's a nursery rhyme. The title, Catharine is sure of, is Eency Weency Spider.

Knox intervened as he came to stand in front of us, shielding us, and the last egg that was thrown crashed on his chest, staining his uniform and his face, and I bet I heard everyone gasp. "Are you ok?" Those were Enny's last words before she collapsed on the ground and passed out. I guess she couldn't endure much, but I was glad someone was here for me. "Enny... Enny... Open your eyes," I tapped her cheek gently as I held her in my arms, but her eyelids weren't moving neither did she look like she was going to wake up by just tapping her.

Nuala said while pointing her finger to the coat before going to the cashier. Her daughter's denial is cute and amusing at the same time. She’s really an adult now. After hours of shopping, they decided to have some coffee at the nearest shop. There, the trio talked about a lot of things including Enya’s first love. Meredith is the one to open the topic. “Enya, I bought a book about literature. And guess who the author is.” With a confused look, Enya answered. “Who?” Her mother took out the book and showed the back cover to her. There was a black and white photo of the author. The handsomeness is still there even though he’s already aged.

And opened my mouth. "What's this for? Why are you opening your mouth? Trying to seduce me." I batted my lids. "What?" And we both burst out laughing. "Please stop it." Nyelle fed me and read to me. Letters from the northern village. Reports from the border. A note from Rowan's mother asking if I needed anything. Everything the people asked. I said no. I always said no. But she kept reading them anyway. "Nyelle." I called softly when she brought in my dinner.

Delaney has two, but she doesn't have a single one of her own! Her eyes flew back to Delaney who smirked at her. “I had no idea the Lady of Naath Isle now serves coffee to other people's mates. Nor extends a particular invitation to them for breakfast." Delaney stepped up from her bed without disguising her nakedness. Enya gave her a cold stare and strode out of the room, enraged. With a smirk, Delaney dragged her heated body to her room, not knowing whether she should be grateful that Enya ruined her moment. It seems she'd have to take a cold long bath.