Novels by Raven Storm

“Wanna hit the water? I’m dying to get in.”Danielle fixed up her sunglasses, a small smile tugging at her lips. “In a minute.”The blonde in front of her shrugged lazily. “More for me.”What followed after that was a huge splash that had a good portion of the ocean water soaring. Danielle let out a long sigh, resting back on the mat. The sun was at a high enough angle to give her a good tan.How long had it been since she’d last seen him? Try as she may, Vincent could never be just a distant memory in her mind. What followed after everything got exposed were long days of her parents drilling how disappointed they were into her head. They never wasted a single opportunity to make sure she knew how they were baffled by her life choices. What a disappointment she was.“You are an Orion. And what did you think to do? Ruin my image, and make it known that you’re nothing but a useless slut.”Her father’s words still stung. Even now when she was so sure she’d put it all behind her. Regardl

“You…”Danielle pointed a shaky finger at the girl she’d considered her friend all this time. Lily’s smile remained nonchalant as she stared back.“All this time—” A choking sound left Danielle’s lips. “Why?”“Oh, please.” Lily rolled her eyes, face scrunched up in irritation.She stepped closer to Danielle, closing the distance between them. “Do you really want to ask me that? Why? That’s a bullshit question.”Danielle’s shock slowly burned into anger. Without thinking, she grabbed a fistful of Lily’s shirt, fighting back the tears that pricked my eyes.“Answer me,” She yelled in fury. “Why did you do this to me? You knew all this time and the one thing you thought to do is betray me like this?”Lily’s own annoyance was obvious. She glared at the cheer queen some more before roughly shoving her hand off.“You’ve always looked at me like that, haven’t you?” Lily chuckled drily. “Like I’m noting but dirt beneath your feet.”She chuckled again, smile dropping in a second. “Deep in my he

Danielle hadn’t exactly planned for the day to be so shit. She’d been so at peace having spent the night at Vincent’s but nothing would have prepared her for the shit show that would be her morning.For one, her parents weren’t so happy that she’d spent the night at Lily’s without first informing them.“It is not okay to do that,” Her mother scolded. “You know something could have happened to you?”Danielle rolled her eyes, stuffing a granola bar and some cranberry juice into her bag. She was definitely going to be late if she didn’t move now.“You will listen to me when I talk to you, young lady.” Her mother’s voice was strict.Her dad who had been silent the whole time dropped his phone. “I believe your mother is speaking to you, Danielle.”She sighed, dropping her bag and turning to face them. “I’m sorry I stayed at Lily’s without informing you first. Happy?”Ms. Orion’s eyes narrowed instantly. “Oh, I know you’re not giving me that attitude.”“I’m leaving, mom.” She grabbed her ba

“Hiding?” Danielle fixed a hard stare on her friend. “Why would I hide anything?”Lily didn’t seem to be buying any of it. “That’s what I’m trying to know.”The other girls were silent now, watching the showdown go with an interest that grated Danielle’s nerves.“All these things you’re saying, are based on things you’re not even sure of. What, I’m suddenly hiding something now? What do I stand to gain from not telling you?” Lily scoffed. “Oh, yeah? Then what about Damian?” “He can suck a dick for all I care.” Danielle retorted, her gaze dropping back to her phone.Vincent had sent her a photo and something told her she knew what it be. But she couldn’t exactly open it here. Not when Lily was already making that big of a scene.“Just tell me what’s going on with you.” Lily pushed her food aside, eyes brimming with annoyance. “Is it so bad that I’m that worried about you? That I’m interested in your wellbeing? Why do you always have to be so bitchy all the time?” Lily seemed to rea

“You like that?” Danielle was sure her throat would be sore as fuck later that night. With how loud she was screaming, it was safe to assume someone would have definitely heard her.Their clothes had already been long forgotten, all his focus on getting a good view of her bouncing tits while she continued to ride him“F—Feels good.” She let out a moan, bucking and slamming down on his dick.They’d already gotten a good rhythm, her movements growing a bit slower after some seconds. Without warning, Vincent grabbed onto her hips and began to pound into her with frightening speed.She barely got a moan out, a cold quiver hitting her nerves as she held on for dear life. She could feel an orgasm coming and something told her he’d drive her straight to overstimulation.“Fuck,” She moaned, “I’m gonna—“She’d barely gotten all her words out when he paused, reaching forward to give her lips a little kiss. She’d noticed that aspect of him, and it was something she’d come to love.He pulled bac

Danielle didn’t think she’d ever glowed this much. Sure, she’d touched herself a little to the sound of Vincent’s hypnotizing voice. But could that really be it?“Are you trying out a new face mask or something?” Lily asked, eyeing her with both eagerness and something else.“Come on,” Danielle scoffed lightly. “It’s just my usual routine.”Another one of her friends, Selene, piped in. “She’s got a point though. You’re hot on any other day, but damn, today just seems different.”“Agreed,” Lily nodded, “What’s your secret, Miss Cheerleader?” Danielle remained quiet for a while, heightening their suspense even more. Then after a brief pause, she shrugged.“Lotion?”Lily let out a groan. “You’re insufferable.”“And you love me like that.” Danielle stuck out her tongue just as they entered the class.Her stomach did a little flip when she spotted Vincent by his desk. His gaze lingered on her for a tad bit before he turned back to the papers before him. She had a feeling class was going t

HARVEYI read the name and felt nothing, that's what I told myself. Nothing.Isabel Queens means nothing to me. The night meant nothing. Her body beneath mine, her voice breaking on my name, the way she looked at me like I was dangerous and she wanted it anyway—all of it means nothing.I close the folder and stand, moving to the window with deliberate, controlled steps. My reflection stares back at me in the glass—jaw tight, eyes cold, every inch the ruthless businessman who's built an empire on other people's failures. This is who I am. This is who I've always been.Cold, calculating and in control.Isabel Queens is just another deal, another transaction. The fact that I've fucked her is irrelevant and meaningless. A detail that has no bearing on the business decision ahead except my hands are shaking.I stare down at them, watching the slight tremor I can't quite suppress. Unacceptable.I clench them into fists, forcing them still through sheer will.This is unacceptable. I don't ge

MARCOI read the proposal three times not because I needed to but I absorbed all the relevant information on the first pass—Queens Enterprises is solid, the fundamentals are strong, the expansion plan is smart, the projections are conservative but realistic.I read it three times because I'm stalling.Isabel Queens.The name stares back at me from the cover page, and I can't stop looking at it. I can't stop my mind from connecting the dots between the woman in the bar and the heiress who walked away from billions.I close the folder and open my laptop, my fingers moving with mechanical precision across the keyboard.I need information, data and facts. Something concrete to replace the chaos of emotions threatening to break through my carefully maintained walls.I pull up every piece of information I can find on her.Isabel Marie Queens. Born March 15, 1995. Daughter of Richard Queens, CEO of Queens Enterprises. Heiress to a fortune estimated at over two billion dollars.Yale graduate.

ARESI stare at the folder like it might explode. Isabel Queens.The name sits there, innocuous black ink on white paper, and my world tilts sideways.My hands are shaking, actually shaking and I flatten my palms against the conference table, trying to steady them, but it doesn't help because nothing helps."I need to make a call," I say abruptly while standing. My chair scrapes back too loudly in the sudden silence. "Before the meeting."Marco doesn't look up from his own copy of the proposal. His eyes are fixed on the pages, but I can see the tension in his shoulders, the white-knuckled grip he has on the folder."Fine, but be back in thirty."Harvey says nothing, his eyes fixed on something in the middle distance. His jaw is so tight I can see the muscle jumping beneath his skin.They know, they both fucking know but we're not talking about it. Not yet and maybe not ever.I escape to my office, closing the door and leaning against it. My heart hammers against my ribs so hard I can

ARESMonday morning, we're all in the conference room for our weekly meeting.Harvey looks like death. Marco's got that brittle control that means he's one wrong word away from snapping and I feel like I haven't slept properly in a week because I haven't.The conference room is too bright, the morning sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and making my eyes ache. My coffee tastes like ash. Everything feels off-kilter, like the world has tilted slightly on its axis and I'm the only one who's noticed.Except I'm not the only one. I can see it in the tension in Harvey's shoulders, the tight line of Marco's jaw. We're all barely holding it together, and we all know it. We just won't admit it."Singapore's out," Harvey says without preamble, tossing a folder onto the conference table with more force than necessary. "They went with Morgan Stanley instead.""Fuck," Marco mutters, running a hand through his hair. It's already disheveled, which means he's been doing that a lot thi

HARVEYI don't sleep anymore. I lie in the dark, eyes open, jaw clenched so tight my teeth ache.Every time I close my eyes, she's there.Isabel. On her knees, beneath me, riding me, her pussy tight and wet and perfect, her nails in my skin, her voice breaking on my name as she came. It's driving me insane.I've had hundreds of women. Maybe thousands—I stopped counting years ago. Sex is a transaction, a need met, then forgotten. I've never had trouble moving on, never looked back, never given a shit about anyone beyond the physical act but Isabel—"Fuck," I growl into the darkness.My cock is hard again and I ignore it.I've been ignoring it all week, refusing to give in to this weakness because that's what it is—weakness. Some woman I spent one night with shouldn't be taking up residence in my head, shouldn't be haunting my dreams, shouldn't be making me hard just thinking about the way she said my name.I throw back the covers and stalk to the bathroom, my bare feet silent on the ha

MARCOI lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind refusing to shut down. It is 2:47 AM. I've been lying here for three hours.Beside me, my phone glows with unanswered emails and pending contracts and a dozen fires that need putting out. I should get up. I should work. I should do literally anything productive but instead, I'm thinking about her.Isabel.The name rolls through my mind like a prayer or a curse—I can't decide which.I have rules. Strict, unbreakable rules that have kept me functional and successful for thirty-five years. Never mix business with pleasure, never get attached and never let anyone close enough to hurt you.Sex is mechanical. Pleasurable, sure, but ultimately meaningless. A physical need met and then forgotten except I can't forget her.I remember everything. The way she tasted—sweet and desperate and real. The sounds she made when I touched her. The vulnerability in her eyes when she admitted what her husband had done, mixed with the fire that said she'd