Rowan Booktok Novels & Stories

She was there in under ten seconds, which was either a credit to her hearing or evidence she really did have alerts bound to every emotional spike in this house. “What?” she demanded. “Who bled? Who set something on fire? Who attempted high‑level spells without supervision?” “None of the above,” I said. “Rowan just… moved a book.” Her brows snapped together. “Crawled?” “No,” I said slowly. “Moved. As in, telekinesis. Tiny, wobbly telekinesis.” Her gaze dropped to the blanket. The fabric book still lay where it had landed, innocent, and crinkly.

"What are you doing here? Why are you following us like a piece of gum under our shoe?" "I'm not following you," I calmly retorted, squatting down to pick up the books scattered across the floor. "I'm here to fetch some books." "You're here to fetch books?" Rowan scoffed, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. "Why are you pretending to be so diligent and ambitious? Do you think that'll get my attention? Listen here, even if you follow me around every day, wagging your tail and begging, I still won't spare you a second glance! My fiancee can only be Lyra!"

ROWAN.. He is possessive about his own things. He gets what he wants by hook or crock. He is a billionare.. He is a playboy.. Daniel.. ROWAN 's best friend.. Sapphire.. She is a bubbly girl.. She is polite help everyone in need.. She is an innocent soul.. Ana best friend. Anastasia.. Saph best friend.. Charlotte. She is also rowan girlfriend but a party animal.. These are the main characters of this book hope you will love it. I will upload their pictures on my I*******m account please support and add my book in your library for more spicy updates.

There's a plush rug, new curtains, and a reading nook by the window complete with cushions and a small bookshelf. "I told Jane you love to read," Rowan says, bouncing slightly with excitement. "So she set up that whole corner for you. And look—" He points to the bookshelf. "She even bought some poetry collections. Said every good reader needs poetry." My throat tightens. Jane did this. Jane, who's stealing my future, went out of her way to make me comfortable in my own personal torture chamber. "It's perfect," I say, and I mean it. "Really, Rowan. Tell her thank you."

He slammed the book shut and pushed his hands through his hair. “Everything alright?” Rowan looked up, his stern expression relaxed as he noticed her presence. “Princess…I’m trying to read.” He picked up the book again, flipping through the pages. Kara slowly reached forward, taking hold of the book and flipping it the right way for him to read. “Oh.” “Something on your mind?” “Someone tried to have Grace kidnapped for extortion, or killed. I’m searching for the alibis of people who had the means to pull off something like that, and who could still be holding a strong grudge.”

Rowan complied, his back straight as an arrow, eyes peeking at my book. “Have you read this?” I cleared my throat, slowly breaking the ice and handing the book to him. Rowan took it, careful not to let our hands brush, and shook his head no. The movement caused a curl to fall over his forehead, taking my breath. “Really? Haven’t you read Kafka? It’s a classic!” I blinked in genuine surprise, my lips folding together. Rowan was more inclined towards sports and physical activities from a young age, but this book was a must-read. It’s a wonder he has no idea.

Without any choice left, my hand reached into my purse, pulling out my phone alongside the piece of paper I had written the book's name on. I logged online, searching for the book even though I had done that repeatedly and it proved futile. "Are you looking for something?" Rowan spoke, his eyes grazing the piece of paper. "Yeah." "What is it? Maybe I could help." I paused. Bringing my head to his gaze. Why didn't I think of that? I've always caught Rowan sneaking in some old books into the office, and had often scolded him for reading books during work hours. His response was always him talking about his fascination towards old books.

This one was just making me drowsy. With a groan, I tossed the book onto the coffee table and stretched my arms. "I swear, if I read one more word about a duke’s mysterious longing, I’ll pull my hair out." Rowan had gone out for a walk about an hour ago, insisting I stay put because I was "still recovering." He said it in that infuriatingly commanding tone that felt more like an order than genuine concern. Just thinking about it made me roll my eyes. I wasn’t dying anymore. The fever had left, and my throat was only slightly sore.

Rowan The last thing Rowan wanted or needed was a pissed-off witch. Lena’s eyes took in the book in his hands and drifted to the passed-out Kara snoring quietly in the lounge chair. Rowan didn’t know what to do. He could push past her and leave, there was little she could do to stop him. Or he could try to smooth things over. He’d learned just how pliable Lena could be. He slid the book back on the shelf where he could it and approached Lena.

Wilkes said in a dreary voice. “Yes, or that. Either ways, I'd have said we go see if the office is open now but Wade. He—” “Who's Wade?” Wilkes asked, his face squeezing in. “The smoking dude. That's his name; Wade.” “Oh, okay. You were saying something.” “Yeah. He might stalk us or something. It's quite risky plus Trisha isn't with us. She won't like that we left her behind.” Wilkes lazily rested his back on his bed with his hands spread wide.