Rowan Whitethorn Quotes Novels & Stories

I blurted. He gave me a look. “No.” “You need a hospital,” I tried. He gave me a look that said: are you trying to get me tranquilized. “Okay,” I said, hands up. “Fine. No hospital. But you do need something. Like… I don’t know. A wolf first-aid kit?” Rowan’s mouth twitched—almost a smile, then pain pulled it away. “I’ll heal,” he said. “You’re healing like you got hit by a truck,” I snapped.

I hung up quickly, shoving the phone back into my bag. Rowan didn’t say anything for several seconds. Finally, he muttered, voice low and simmering, "He looks forward to tomorrow, huh?" He heard that? I turned toward him sharply. "Rowan—don’t start." "Oh, I’m not starting," he said, his tone clipped, eyes fixed on the road. "Just trying to figure out if your therapist always flirts with his patients." "Jesus Christ," I muttered. "You’re out of line, Rowan."

let out a frustrated growl, threw his fist at Kaytly Blanche, causing Kaytly to scream in fear. The fist fell on the glass in Kaytly Blanche's hand, broke into pieces instantly, and fresh blood flowed from Rowan's hand. He turned over, pulled out his clothes, a cigarette, and smoked. Kaytly Blanche straightened her clothes, watching the blood flow non-stop on his hands, silent tears streaming down her face. "Rowan, I'm sorry?" "Ah, is it my fault? Did I just completely forget about someone who once abandoned me?" Rowan mocked himself with a wry smile, a tear in the corner of his eye. "Rowan, you...." "Don't say anything? I understand, I'm doing this for you today, just like I wanted to spen

Cassian gripped the counter, eyes shut tight. “You ever wish you were someone else?” he asked, voice smaller than he liked. “Not rich or prettier. Just… normal. Like it didn’t feel like breathing was always something you had to earn?” Rowan didn’t answer right away. But when he did, his voice was gentler. “All the time.” Cassian turned to face him. Something cracked in his expression. Rowan stepped closer slow, cautious. “You don’t have to keep proving how much you can break,” he said. “Some of us are just waiting for a reason to stay.”

"Pretty girl, your voice is pretty too. Why are you wearing a face veil? Take it off and show me your face?" The Beauty in White chuckled. "My voice is pretty, but not my figure?" "It's pretty too! So pretty, even Scarlett Johansson can't compare to you!" Rowan praised like a pandering dog. "Your face must be even prettier. Can you show me?" The Beauty in White's gaze was gleeful as she looked at Rowan. "You're behaving like a dog now! You want a look? Sure. But I'll let you know first that there's a price to it. I want a finger from you!"

For a second, it felt like he was agreeing to everything I already believed. “But,” he said firmly, causing me to look back at him, “that doesn’t mean you should just give up. That doesn’t mean you should take whatever is thrown at you without fighting back.” I swallowed hard, but no words came. Rowan leaned closer to me, his voice got softer. “Because you’re wrong. You do have something to live for. You have more than you think.” I blinked at him, listening intently. “You have people that care about you,” he said with a soft smile. “You have me.”

Cutter So far everyone's been on their best behavior, but when I see Whitney and Ryan making their way through the back door, I immediately grasp Rowan's hand. "Awww shit." "What?" she asks as she looks to where my gaze is pinned. "Look, whatever Whitney says about you wearing an Auburn shirt, just let it go in one ear and out the other." This time Rowan gives me a serious look. "How do you expect me to do that? We're rivals."

The face that confronted me then was Rowan's- white, accusing. "You left me," his voice echoed, distorted and cold. "I didn't mean to!" I shouted, my voice bubbling in the water. "I tried to save you!" "You tried too late," Rowan's voice replied. "You always act too late." The whirlpool spun faster, and the shadows took on other forms-people I'd failed, lives I'd abandoned in pursuit of my goals. They whispered in unison: "Too late, Dorian. Always too late."

“You are unpredictable and explosive. You and the word ‘delicate’ don’t exist in the same dictionary so don’t flatter yourself” I scoffed, shaking my head at his words. “Those are your attributes and not mine and everyone who sees me knows me for the true Queen that I am” Rowan’s gaze flickered to me briefly, a smile creeping through the corners of his mouth. “Everyone lies to you but the only person that wouldn’t lie to you is me. Anyways, how are those my attributes?” I let out a huff. “Are you seriously asking me, Rowan Whitmore? You bullied me…”

he whispers, a single tear falling down his face. Rowan’s thumb slowly reaches up to brush against Sage’s cheek, wiping away that lone tear as if he can erase all the torment behind it. “Did you think I’d leave you behind that easily?” he smiles. “Even if I die, I’ll come crawling back to you, my pretty omega.”