Rowen Novels & Stories

He’s early—6:50. Me: “He’s here! Talk to you later!” Chris: “Couldn’t wait to get another whiff of that Summer Breeze. 😂😭” JoJo: “Go get him, tiger!” Fati: “NOT ON MY BED.” Still giggling, I put down my phone and head for the door. And there he is. Rowen looks fucking amazing. He’s wearing a rusty red long-sleeved Henley, blue jeans, and Timberlands. His hair is half pulled back, the rest flowing past his shoulders. He looks like a damn romance novel cover—zero effort, total knockout.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

Kim replies smiling at his friend as he taps Russell on his arm before sitting down. ✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊✨🥊

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

She said. "And how did she get to know?." "I have no idea my king." "She wouldn't eat or drink anything for a few days now." "She's in love with another wolf, his name is Brandon." "A descent of the"Black dove pack." "His family are hunters." "Gwen is afraid you'll subdue him with your power and mark her." She's delusional. I thought to myself. "They're madly in love with each other." She cried.

She turns to walk away but comes face to face with Raphael. "Good morning Mum!" Raphael, greets. "Morning dear, " Mrs Wachukwu responds with a smile. "Morning Aunt!" Raphael says, while he looks from his aunt to Juliet who mouth a good morning to him, he replies with a nod and smile. "Morning, Raphael!" Aunty Stella responds. Meanwhile, Karis turns to him. "Hi, I'm Karis. Your maternal cousin!" Karis introduces herself with a smile. She brings her hands for a handshake, while he pulls her to a hug.

I had to finish this up and see her, hopefully I am not too late. “Rhys!” Rowen called out to me as the leader of the rogues landed on me, he bit into me and I growled. But he is going to regret it, as it sent my beta and me into a frenzy, and we massacred him. We shifted back and Rowen was very upset, I was wounded, “Were you worrying about your little bride? You are thinking too much about her! Look at you! She is making you weak!” he snarled at me, trying to calm himself.

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

I said sheepishly as Rowen was giving me a strange look. I saw the darkness cloud his eyes when I mentioned Dominik. “I hate that filthy Angel… And I hate that he put his hands on you.” Rowen growled. The possessiveness was radiating from his tone. He grabbed me and pulled me closer to him. “Mine.” He growled. “Yours.” I replied, trying to help calm him while the feeling of comfort washed over me.