Rohan Eomer Novels & Stories

"My brother’s legacy was fire... left me with embers I’ve tried to shape into something lasting." Jose glanced down. "You always said you’d hand the empire over once they proved themselves." "I did.." Rohan said quietly. “But now…” His jaw clenched. "…I’m beginning to wonder if they ever will." Rohan settled into the leather chair behind his massive desk, the cityscape behind him glowing like a thousand tiny ghosts. He stared down at the open file—Kane’s profile on one side, an old, fading photo of Juan Callahan on the other.

"I talk. But you must realize it's after five and I'm on overtime" Daniel flicked a glance at the wall, he toyed with a pencil, which looked like a yellow matchstick in his large hands. "All right... I will make sure you get overtime" he agreed She nodded, then said "exactly what credentials do you bring to this job Mr Rohan?" He stared at her a moment before answering. "I started as a grunt like everyone else. Now I own Kay Corp" Emma met his steady gaze. "And why do you question my effectiveness? Why do you think my friendship with Tom affects my work?... Is it because I'm a woman?"

Symbols burn bright, knitting reality back together before it can unravel completely. I’m sobbing now, breath coming in ragged, broken gasps. Ethan’s hands are everywhere—my shoulders, my face, grounding me, anchoring me. “Rory,” he says desperately. “Look at me. Stay with me.” I force my eyes open. The Reverent looms closer than ever, the void at its center pulsing with restrained power. The Crown is injured, it observes. “Yes,” I choke. “Because it never learned how to bend.”

They wear white suits which really brought out their handsomeness, though doctor Amol was a bit older than Rohan but Ashwini couldn't help but notice the man's handsomeness. Rohan drew everyone's attention as his tall handsome self stopped at Bobby's table, his eyes never leaving Ashwini. Before he could say a word, Taru stood up from her seat and stretched out her hand to him for a handshake. "Hi handsome, I am Taru Poru." She introduced herself. Rohan broke his stare and stared at Taru. She was beautiful no doubt but not his type, taller than Aishwarya an inch, but that's it. Not to appear rude since everyone was staring at them, he shook hands with her.

both of them breeze by me " neither of you will do any such thing, Vince has suffered enough and Roho most certainly does not need either of you to be her champion, return home and Roho come along with us to my office " Well considering their home and his office are in the same building we all end up walking in the same direction with Ember hanging onto me and I slide my arm around her waist and she sighs slightly " have I ever told you I love the way you smell Roro? it's so comforting although I can't exactly say what the scent is but I love it so much "

“Since you like me and I like you, how about you go pack up your bags now and come play with your new mama?” Rohan nodded. “Okay!” After speaking, he jumped straight out of Evonne’s embrace and hummed a song as he happily went up the stairs. Evonne leaned against the chair as she watched Rohan go upstairs. The corners of her lips rose with a hint of a smile. Evonne only thought that this child was an orphan Sally had adopted back in Gunter City, which was why she named him Rohan Summers. However, she did not know that this child was actually related to her.

“I like it. I really like it. Tonight is going to be interesting indeed.” Rohan is the Club’s secretary, but in truth, he is what I call the ‘Bombs Expert.’ He is a skillful man with regards to explosives; very careful on making them and where to situate them. After our conversation with him, I have the feeling that he’ll most likely do well with his position. I wonder... what landmines are waiting for me and Daniella when we get in his building.

The Prince only have the two most trusting men beside him, they could die for him and swore their whole faith to the empire. "Right, welcome everyone, I'm Roman Hers and my colleague Ashton Welsh should be here but I think he's running late." He chuckled to light up the tension, he was hot not handsome like Rhyker and Ashton but not my style. I think he will suit Faine's style pretty much. Blond gold hair, grey piercing eyes, his nose crooked making it look like a fighter.

Thiago questioned. Cassian had no choice but to do his best to reply. "Eomer Sinclair, the man who wrote those lines, was a famed general who fought off the northern invaders, doing all that he could to reclaim the land for his country. However, he was sidelined, and his talents went unappreciated. He spent nearly two decades without being able to serve his country.

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.