Novel & Cerita Rainbow Rowell Books

The rain poured down heavily upon the canvas above them as the priest finished the eulogy. The dreariness of the day did not seem to affect Rowan as she sat by her brother. He was lost and alone. His brown eyes were filled with tears as he mourned the loss of their parents. He needed her to place her arm around him and tell him that things would be ok. He needed her to let him know that he still mattered. That she was still the big sister that watched out for him. But she seemed to be lost. Nothing mattered. Not anymore. Her family was gone, torn apart by death and deception.

he shakes his head. Rowan bends to pick something off the table. “Here…” he hands me a book. I frown and look at the cover. Hero Author- Lauren Rowe. “Is it good?” I ask him. “Rayna recommended it…” he tells me. I nod, with champaign and the book the flight didn’t seem that long. I was bawling my eyes out on the first chapter already. Goodness Colby is the best guy out there. When I’m on the sixtieth chapter Rowan tells me we’ve landed.

--- ### The Second Stroke: The Rain The effort was draining me. Every word I "wrote" into reality felt like it was being pulled out of my own veins. My vision blurred. My heart felt like it was made of lead. "Kaima, you're shaking," Rowan said, standing up and wrapping his arms around me. He was solid again. His clothes were no longer grey; they were a dull, practical brown, stained with the mud of our new world. "I have to... I have to finish it," I gasped.

Any help they gave came at an unacceptable cost. “If it will help the entire pack.” He took a few steps looking around. It was hard to stop himself from being in awe of the room. There were floor-to-ceiling shelves with books on magic and moon phases. There were even books on werewolves. Rowan froze when he ran across a book that looked just like Elly’s grimoire.

"Not for sale. Just… in case the rain lasts." That made her smile wider. “You run this place?” “Yes, I’ve been a book lover since I was a kid, I bought it from an old couple ten years ago.” “That's cute.” “So, tea?” “Tea sounds nice.” Three minutes later, they sat by the window, Teacups between them. Romance books neither of them had opened. "You don’t seem like the romance type," she teased. Rowan’s ears turned pink. "I like the ones where love sneaks up. You know? Two people… just slowly falling. No games. No drama. Just warmth.”

The isolation that had once been about survival was now about peace. Raven sat on the porch swing, a laptop balanced on her knees as she worked on the book that had become her passion project. The working title was "Justice Served Cold: A Story of Redemption and Revenge," though she was still debating whether to publish it under her real name or maintain the fiction of Raven Steele.

Auroras POV I didn’t scream. I should have screamed. The voice came from the dark corner by my bookshelf, low and familiar and careful, like someone handling a glass that might crack. My eyes adjusted. Rowan stepped out of the shadow like the shadow had decided to let him go. His hoodie was unzipped, shirt dark beneath, hair damp as if he’d washed his face in a sink. Then changed his mind about what to do with the night. He smelled like rain and something mineral and clean that made my mouth go dry.