Rowan Blanchard Ethnicity Novels & Stories

She stated and grabbed her phone. "I don't know anything about him apart from his name" I mumbled quietly. "What's his name?" "Rowan" "Rowan Adam?" She asked. "I don't know." She laughed. "What's funny?" "Impossible" She sprang up to her feet instantly. "Why are you acting strange?" "Rowan Adam is a business tycoon. He runs so many businesses and has a lot of companies"She replied and I rolled my eyes.

someone whispered in an eager tone. “Is he a new resident?” another gasped. “Gods, he’s so hot.” “Wait, I think he’s an Alpha. I’ve seen him before, I’m sure.” “I heard he’s from Fenra. The South, maybe?” “What’s his name?” “I think it’s Rowan.” “Rowan…” The name rolled through the small crowd in no time. “I swear, if he stays, he’s going to be my baby daddy.” I felt my jaw drop, my frown digging deep. Baby daddy?

But here she was, having a wonderful time with the man she’d sworn she wanted nothing to do with. That is… until we found out he was Rowan’s cousin. Liz spun around on Ethan, her face pale but her voice sharp. "You’re a LANCASTER?!" Ethan, completely unbothered, leaned against the doorframe like this was all perfectly normal. "Technically," he said with a careless shrug, "but not one of the famous, corporate, cutthroat ones." He glanced at Rowan with a smirk. "You know how it is. Same family name, different branch."

Anyways, that’s what I was staring at when I ran into Rowan. He’s dressed in a black cashmere sweater with navy blue jeans. His hair still looks wet, like he’d just taken a shower. And that cologne of his. It’s not a scent I’m familiar with. Maybe it’s imported? Willow did say he’d transferred here from abroad. His lips are moving. He seems to be saying something. Why is he smiling at me like that? “I’m sorry. What did you say? I didn’t quite catch that.” “It’s fine,” he smiles patiently. “I asked if you wanted to get lunch. No offence but you look like you haven’t eaten since last night.”

"What do you mean?" "Look, right there." I point to a picture on the screen of a younger Rowen, red hair disheveled and looking like it's needs to be combed. He's sitting at a table next to an almost identical version of him…just twenty-five years older. "His dad is Ryan Flanigan." Steve leans a little closer. "Are you serious?"

I liked being a background character to her, letting the whole world focus on her as time ticked by. I didn't see Rowan as I scanned the room, not at first. Instead, my gaze landed on a man I didn't recognize at all. It didn't take long to figure out who he was. He had the same golden skin as Rowan, but instead of dark hair and light eyes, he had blond hair and eyes so dark they were almost black. His face was rounder, almost softer, but equally as handsome. There was a dimple in his chin, making him look like a vintage movie star.

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at

However, he was an experienced man who had seen his fair share in life, so he instantly hid his emotions and stepped forward to greet Rowan with a smile. “Hello, Mr. Alex. Welcome to Detroit.” Rowan smiled politely and greeted Mr. Sage and the other high-level executives of the company with fluent Crosavian dialect. After everyone was seated, Mr. Sage said, “Mr. Alex, I didn’t expect you to speak Crosavian so fluently.” Rowan smiled and replied, “My mother is actually from Detroit. So is my father.” When Rowan said this, his gaze was fixed on Silvia, who was sitting at the side. His smile deepened as he said, “I’m from Detroit as well, so even though I grew up abroad, I can speak the dialect

Thankfully, I was allowed to bend over and throw up before we got inside. “Don’t throw up on my new rug!” Michele slapped me so hard that I tasted blood. The light blinded me as I got pulled into the kitchen and sat down on a chair. “I’m Rowan.” He looked devilishly handsome, if he wasn’t filled with so much evil. Obviously, dark magic had worked its way through his skin, making black scars look like battle wounds. His hair was down to his ears, clean shaven with green eyes. “I know you met my aunt.”

The air blew harshly as the only bright thing we are seeing is his red-glinting eyes that have killed a lot of people. “Not really, I am just here to take down your ass myself.” Rowan sniggered. It is always his thing to piss everyone off. William didn’t mind him before looking at me, “You sure you could trust that man with your people? You know what happened back then, right?” Rowan’s smug face turned solemn before he clenched his fists, “He may have a part in that for trying to unite us, but that is mostly your fault, asshole!”