Rowan Booktok Novels & Stories

Rowan had become the man, the only man, who I came to really trust; he was transparent with me, never hid his intentions, and always gave me exactly what he promised. Something within me was wrong, for accepting the kind of life he had, and who he was, but I was ok with living like this, I was for the first time happy and looking forward to a life with him. Rowan was both my present and my future. - *Rowan* I climbed the basement stairs alone. The prince’s sobs faded behind me, smothered by Lisbon’s rot and the promise of dawn. At the top, my phone buzzed once, her name. Kitten.

She studied him for another second. Then nodded. “Good.” ⸻ “There you are.” Emma returned with two novels tucked against her chest. “I leave you alone for five minutes and suddenly you both look suspiciously mature.” Stephanie snorted. “Don’t worry. It passed.” Emma held out one of the books. “Thoughts?” Rowan read the back cover. “The hero’s rich.” “How do you know?” “There’s a horse.” Emma looked at the cover. “There is.” “So?” “So nobody poses beside a horse on a novel cover unless they’re rich.”

There were books on every surface. "When I have time." "You have more time than I expected." He looked at the stack on the kitchen counter. "We should talk about your hours." "My hours are fine. Let's go." Pello's was a private event space on the east side that Rowan had apparently rented for the night. Thirty people, good music at a volume that allowed conversation, and a bar that was already busy when we arrived at seven-fifteen. Rowan spotted us from across the room and came over immediately with a drink already in hand. He looked at Alex, then at me, then back at Alex with an expression of profound satisfaction.

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Welcome to chapter one of 'how to take revenge on the elf king 101', written by Sean Cooper, Sean thought to himself, finding it hard to control the smirk that threatened to come out on his face.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

The way his lips felt teasing my erect nipples and between my legs as he licked my clit out telling me how beautiful I am, making me feel like I am the only woman alive. “Okay, I won’t complain. This book is so good, oh my gosh I am so in love with Rowan Kane right now.” She chuckles. “Wait til you read the second book and meet Declan. He’s my favorite of that series.” “Can’t wait. Say you want to feel the baby, she’s kicking like crazy. Going to take after her daddy with her feistiness.”

she revealed. “Oh! I see. Actually, nothing happened between us that night, just the usual arguments and one or two exchanged words,” she lied through her teeth. "Really?” She asked with her eyebrows raised. "Yeah. Nothing, really," she lied again. “Rowan is a jerk suffering from sightlessness. He has a pretty wife with a hot, banging body. He married a beautiful woman that doesn't have to lift even a finger to get men crawling at her feet, begging for her attention and he just wants to throw that away. He would be a damned fool if he lets you slip away,” she remarked.

He moved forward and crossed his arms. “Explain what you meant by saying you were dying,” Raven said flatly. Rowan stared at him, offended. “Can’t you see? I’m dying of hunger.” Selina blinked at him. “You know you own a restaurant, right?” “No, you don’t understand,” Rowan said and dragged a hand down his face. Selina lifted a brow. “I’m listening.” Rowan fidgeted like a kid caught doing something dumb. Then he smiled, small and awkward. “I was desperate for your steak. The one you made before. I can’t get it out of my head. I want it again. It tastes like something from a real restaurant.”

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon