Rowan Blanchard Still Here Novels & Stories

If she’s alive, she owes me. He looked up, eyes hard, fury burning behind them. “Stop acting, Dorian! She’s hiding somewhere, isn’t she? Did she pay you off?” Dorian sighed quietly. “Would I joke about something like this? It was even on the pack’s moon-broadcast.” But Rowan wasn’t listening anymore. He shoved his phone into his coat and growled, “Tell her—if she doesn’t show up within three days, her brother’s treatment ends!” Dorian’s eyes widened. “Rowan, wait—”

After assuring myself that my son is totally free from Levitra's enchantment, I sighed in relief, "Thanks to god, we can now rest." Additionally, I'm mentally exhausted from the series of chaotic events that have happened to me, so rest is something I really want right now. However, after seeing Rowan standing next to a human, I believe that rest is something that is beyond my reach. I could guess that the person was Wendriell's wife, but why is Rowan here? Was he not knocked unconscious and taken to the hospital? Wakkin was the only one I saw joining the battle against the healer that I can recall; Rowan was not there. Why do I feel nervous seeing him here?

Plus, we'll be divorced soon, and that's why I didn't say anything. That didn't sound like an actual excuse, so Shane wasn't buying it. "Yeah, right. And who the hell carries their marriage certificate around?" A normal person certainly wouldn't bring their marriage certificate around. But for someone like Rowan, who never played by the rules, it seemed usual. Nothing weird he did surprised her anymore. "He's insane," Natalie muttered. "He looks perfectly sane to me. Guess looks can really be deceiving," Shane shot back teasingly. … Natalie stayed home the whole day. By evening, she received a message from Rowan. He'd booked flight tickets bound for Velmont tomorrow and asked if the time wor

I smiled politely as an older couple we’ve met before walked by, greeting us. Rowan reaches up, pinching the bridge of his nose, and shakes his head, “You’re right. I don’t know why I let someone as insignificant as Azure Blackwood get under my skin. If I play my cards right, he won’t even be a player on the board for much longer.” I don’t have the opportunity to find out what Rowan means by that statement when Ophelia and her father walk up to us, “Mr. Hillcrest,” I nodded. “It’s been a while.”

Elara breathed out, sitting up straighter. “You made it.” Matilda stood immediately. Rowan. I think he was the uncle who lived abroad. One of the many relatives I’d only heard about. “I’m sorry I missed the memorial,” Rowan said in a low voice, guilt tugging his mouth downward. “Our flight got canceled last minute. I don’t even know how that happened. I should’ve been here.” Matilda hugged him briefly, her expression softening in a strained way. He was her husband’s younger brother—maybe the youngest, because he didn’t look much older than Lucien.

Cillian said. “Really?” I pushed him away. “Chill, Savannah. You seem really happy.” “Tell me. Rowan is still alive, right?” “Of course. I’m not that stupid to kill him. I know the risks, Savannah. Happy now?” I smiled. This was a relief. I wasn’t taking Rowan’s side; I just didn’t want Cillian to get into trouble because of me. “Thank you, Cillian. Thank you so much.” *** Cillian…

His presence was the one thing that kept her from unraveling entirely. Rowan paced at the edge of the clearing, his blade still in his hand, his eyes sharp and watchful. He hadn’t spoken since Cassian vanished, but Evelynn could feel the storm brewing inside him—questions, doubts, and fears he didn’t yet have words for. His shoulders were rigid, his steps sharp, and every so often his gaze would flick to her, burning with something that was half-protection and half-demand. Finally, he stopped, turning to her. His voice was low, tight, and edged with disbelief.

“Where.” “Near the hardware store.” “What did he want?” Rowan studies me. “To remind me he’s still involved.” “That’s it?” “That’s never it,” he says quietly. I lean back against the bench. The locker room is mostly empty now. The noise of the rink has dulled. “Did he threaten you?” I ask. “No,” Rowan says. “Not directly.” That’s worse. “And you believe him?” “I believe he’s patient,” Rowan replies. “And that he’s waiting for something.”

"Sure" Rowan drop the remaining lighted cigarette on the floor and step on it. He waved at the guards and they all went back into the car. I joined Rowan in his car as he started the engine. "How's Waylen? I haven't seen him come around or see Chase talk about him" "Waylen is in his penthouse, I could've ask you to come over and meet him in his penthouse but Chase won't allow that" "Why?" I asked and he went quiet for a while , while focusing on the road.

Gray asked. Blake shook his head. “Maybe he doesn't know Brian's whereabouts. I was once Rowan's teammate; I know his personality well. He was very cowardly; he would have said it without torture if he knew something. But now that it's turned out like that, he always says he doesn't know anything." Gray was silent for a moment; he walked over to the fire bowl and picked up the whip; because it was suddenly drawn, the fire still followed the whip and burned.