Rowan Wednesday Novels & Stories

His future wife was a lucky woman, indeed. A pause later, Rowan replied with a soft hum, "She's the woman I'm in love with and always will be." Portia was thrilled for him. He finally had someone to call his own after so many years of loneliness. "Congratulations, Mr. Mattel! Don't forget to invite me to your wedding!" However, Rowan's face fell at those words, and a frown formed between his brows. He said nothing more after that. … The next morning, Natalie woke up with a tremendous headache that threatened to cleave her brains apart. She took in the unfamiliar surroundings, her last memory of the night before cutting off at the one-against-four brawl outside the bar.

And Nate, injured, underestimated, finally fully awake, just used ink and wax to break an army’s spine. I look at Adrian, and the bond between us hums with the same conviction in both our blood: This ends now. Not next week. Not “eventually.” Now. Because if Rowan has any last trick left, it’s going to be aimed at the only thing he hasn’t managed to steal yet. Our choice.

The store attendant smiles and motions for us. “Follow me. My name is Wendy and we’ve just received beautiful exclusive pieces that I’m sure your wife will like” Before I can correct her for her mistake. Rowan grabs my hand and gently drags me into the store. Following behind Wendy like a damn puppy. She sits us on one of the sofas then leaves. I turn and glare at Rowan. Completely pissed off. “What the hell was that back there?” I fume, feeling my anger reach dangerous peaks.

One. It was a Thursday, which meant the bar was half-full of exhausted office workers and people who hadn’t figured out their lives yet. Rowan sat at the far end of the counter in a corner stool—back to the wall, sightline to the door. Habit. Her hair was down, black waves brushing her shoulders, and the tattoos that usually stayed hidden under a uniform sleeve were on full display now—ink climbing over her forearms and peeking at the edge of her collar. She liked this version of herself. The one who belonged only to her.

"Just a lazy day recovering from the party. How was your anniversary getaway?" "Perfect," Roderick chimed in for both of them, kissing my forehead as he passed his briefcase to another maid. "Your mother dragged me to three different wineries, and I didn’t complain even once." Mom laughed, playfully swatting his arm, and for just a moment, the normalcy of it all felt soothing, until movement on the staircase caught my eye. Rowan was slowly coming down, his dark hair a bit tousled from whatever he’d been doing upstairs. He wore a simple black hoodie and gray sweatpants, looking effortlessly casual, which made my heart race and my cheeks heat up.

Sarah walked to the window and looked down at the city’s skyline. She was so pleased with herself, she was so pleased with what she was able to accomplish. It had become sought of a streak, no man could resist her and she could get anything she set her mind to. She had proved it once again after she had bagged the biggest name in the united states, and her cousin’s husband, she thought gleefully.

It was a Friday night and we were leaving this Sunday for England and I didn’t like the thought of it. "Aren't you gonna see her? It's Friday, you know" Rowan tells me. "She's still on her period and lately she's been so mad at me for little reasons. Temperamental. Very moody." I answer before sipping my beer.

Then… Unexpectedly… He nudged her hand with his nose. Not urgently. Not playfully. Simply… there. One of the younger Wardens smiled despite himself. “I think he understood that.” Matthias gave the faintest grin. “I know he did.” ⸻ Arawn watched the interaction in silence. When he finally spoke… His voice had lost every trace of amusement. “You should be careful.” Rowan looked up. “Why?” “Because every moment she trusts you…” He was looking at Fen now. “…the choice becomes harder.”

He didn't realize how long he had been staring at the ceiling but soon drifted off to sleep. ************* Wednesdays have always been the busiest day at Wesley High. Rowan combed the entire hallways for Phidel but she was nowhere in sight. It was like she was not part of the school at all and as to if she had seen his text, he had no idea– given the fact that he had not received any calls from her. “Hey, have you seen Phidelia?” he held a by-passing student to a stop as he came to a halt himself– just in front of the infirmary.

“What do you mean how? I just said this is my wife Will. Her name is Page right?” "Yes, that's her name.” “This is Page, my wife; the lady I got married to, the lady I have been telling you about,” Rowan weakly established. “What? I don't understand." Rowan felt injured. He bent his head as he withdrew into his thoughts for some seconds, likewise Will. zms Rowan got on his feet and went to pay for the beer they had with one of his credit cards. Retuning back to their table, he said to Will, “Let's go outside."