Rowan Booktok Novels & Stories

The place was dark and smelled very damp, and there was a small light at the other end which felt like the opening of a tunnel. "How are you feeling?" A voice spoke up and it made me startle as I jerked to my feet, turning around in the dark. My eyes were slowly adjusting to the light as I realized that it was Rowan who had spoken. He was sitting not far from me, completely still, like he had been there watching over the place for a while. "Rowan, where are we?" I asked, turning around in search of the Book of Shadows. "Are you looking for this?" He raised the book out toward me with a knowing look on his face. "You know, I have been reading this for a while and I must say it is truly a fasc

The scent of antiseptic and warm herbs enveloped me as I stepped inside, the quiet space meant for healing. I paused in the doorway, my hand resting on the frame as I spotted Rowan seated in a low armchair by the east window, his legs stretched out, one braced from a recent skirmish, his loose shirt damp with sweat, sleeves rolled to his elbows, a book open in his lap. Looking up, Rowan’s eyes met mine, a gentle smile curving his lips as he set the book down, his voice soft but certain as he spoke, his hands resting on his knees. “Is it selfish that I hoped you’d find me?”

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

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.

Rowan glanced at her face, which was full of annoyance, and said, “Let’s go. I’ll send you home.” “Thank you.” Evelyn hurriedly walked out after thanking him like this. Rowan then raised his hand and grabbed her hand to stop her from leaving. His palm felt warm, broad, and powerful. When Evelyn wanted to pull her hand away, Rowan spoke up and asked, “Don’t you have any books that you want to read? If there are any, you can take them back to read.” Evelyn instantly forgot what she was going to do and asked him in surprise, “I can take the books back to read?”

“So I’m trapped. No signal. A blizzard. And a… strange family surrounded by wolves.” She pointed at the bowl. “Eat. Broth. It will strengthen you. You’ll need it, lively as you are.” She turned toward the door. “Wait,” I called after her. She stopped without fully turning. “Why did Rowan look at me like that?” “How did he look at you?” “Like…” I searched for words, for that intensity, that furious yet possessive gaze that made a twenty-year-old woman want to run and step closer at the same time. “Like he hated me. And like he didn’t want to let me go.”

“So you’re saying the Ravens are a room full of predators.” Rook didn’t look away. He didn’t try to soften it. “I’m saying it’s a room full of men who survived by taking what they wanted until someone bigger took it from them,” he replied, voice low. “It’s a room full of rules that don’t exist on paper.” My throat tightened. I glanced toward the window, toward the city pretending to be harmless. “And Torin chose to remain in that world,” I whispered.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

“I don’t want a crown, or a throne, or to rebuild the same broken thing with a prettier face. I want truth. I want choice. I want a pack that is chosen, not inherited.” Someone in the crowd whispered, “A new order.” Selene shook her head. “No. A new beginning.” --- After the fire had burned low and the stars were dusting the sky, Rowan found her alone near the edge of the trees. “You’re bleeding,” he said gently, brushing his fingers against her arm. “Again.” “It’s not mine,” she murmured. “Not all of it.” He didn’t ask what she meant. She sat down on a fallen log, exhaling slowly. “I saw her.”

My cheeks went flush again from embarrassment. The dust from the books had stained my clothes, my hair was somewhat disheveled and I clearly wasn’t dressed for the abrupt meeting. She looked like another Luna, something green and nasty poked it’s little head out in my heart and I didn’t like it one hit. “This is Anna.” Rowan said, breaking the silent tension I very much dreaded, “She’s from my mother’s pack before she was exiled. An old acquaintance of mine.” Acquaintance? Old?