Novels by Raven Storm

“Shit.” Gigi didn’t realize when she cursed, quickly pulling the sheets closer to her body. Had she been loud with the moans? God, he must have heard her. Roman’s expression was calm, almost schooled in a way that made her churn. Her face burned from the embarrassment of the whole situation. She’d been touching herself to the thought of her step-brother, and he’d been watching the whole time. She wanted to the ground to swallow her whole and yet, a small part of her felt odd at the fact that he’d been watching her. Not the bad type of odd. Just…enticed. She was a horrible person. “Why’d you stop?” She blinked. Then slowly recoiled. “That’s fucking weird.” “Woah,” Roman chuckled. “First time I’m hearing you swear and it’s in this situation.” Gigi was at a loss for words to say. For starters he wasn’t looking at her like she was disgusting and the look in his eyes bordered more on intrigued than anything. She inched back, hitting the headboard before she even realized it. “I—”

Roman wouldn’t say he’d always fantasized about having a sibling. In all honesty, it wasn’t something he’d spent his time pondering anyway.“What do you think?” His father’s eyes had been fixed on him, accessing as well as gauging. “How do you see having Gigi as a sister?”He’d shrugged, stuffing a couple of chips into his mouth. “She’s alright.”His father let out a breath. “She’s a good girl. Wish she’d come out of her shell more often but she’s down to earth as possible. To the point where she might even be picked on for it. Take care of her, okay?”Roman didn’t reply immediately.There were different implications to the way his father had said to take care of her, but the man probably hadn’t been aware of it.Sure he could be protective over her. Watch and make sure no one picked on her. But that hadn’t been what he was thinking.Gigi was sweet, and painfully innocent too. In a way that made Roman’s cock throb painfully hard whenever he thought about it.Rational thought would poi

“You should be more careful.”Gigi held back the urge to groan for what had to be the hundredth time that day. If she did, everyone in class would only think her weirder than they already thought she was. And then Farah would go at it again.She really wasn’t in the mood for that.But good lord was he attractive. She’d read tons of novels with attractive male leads. Sculpted abs, jaws that could be likened to that of gods themselves. And Roman was the personification of every single one of them.Add that to the fact that she’d seen him shirtless on her way out of the house to school that morning.She wanted to die.“Gigi Collins.”Her eyes snapped to the board as she bolted out of her seat. “S—Sir.”“S—Sir,” Farah mimicked, nearly falling out of her seat as she doubled over. “What the heck?”Reese made another face at her as the class continued to guffaw. “S—Sir.”“That’s enough.” Their chemistry teacher, Miss Bourgeois, cut them off. She fixed a firm look at Gigi.“What was the last

Roman Denvers.She’d heard quite a lot of thing about her estranged stepbrother, most of it being cautionary tales. He was apparently a biker boy with a nasty reputation and tendency to spit on you if you stared for too long.She’d expected someone obnoxious. Unattractive, and equally insufferable. But holy fuck, was he sexy. He had on a grey shirt underneath his leather shirt with some black pants and biker boots to pair.To top it all off, there was this laid back calm on his face as he watched Gigi. It made her stomach flip.“Hey, sis.” “Take those shoes off if you’re going to walk around the house,” Her mother ordered, setting up the plates. “When you’re done with that, you can come have some food.”She must have been staring for too long. Roman’s calm smile dropped into something with a raised eyebrow. That was enough for her to immediately look away.“Gigi,” Her mother called again. “Come help me with the food.”“Alright,”That gave her a bit of reprieve from being under his ga

“Watch it, nerd.”If Gigi could count how many times she’d internally rolled her eyes that day, she’d probably reach hundred. Who still said stuff like that? This wasn’t some 80s high school show.Except that was exactly what her life was like.Treatment like being called nerd, and having to cram herself to the furthest corners of the hallways to avoid being shoved were things she was already used to.In actuality, Gigi Collins was a nerd. And a totally huge one at that. She loved anime, scored top points in every one of their classes and had a knack for going into conspiracy theory rabbit holes.Perfect target for bullying.“You know, maybe if you didn’t act so clumsy, you wouldn’t get pushed around so much.” Farah cackled.“Come on,” Reese chuckled, sending Gigi a look of pity. “She can’t help it. It’s not her fault those glasses don’t really see much.”Gigi kept her head on her food tray as they made their way to the table. She spent the better part of lunch, facing only her food.

“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

ARESThe tension in our partnership has been building for weeks.I've felt it in every interaction with Marco, the subtle shifts, the careful distance, and the way we're both dancing around something we refuse to name but today, it finally breaks.We're in the conference room reviewing Q4 strategy. Just the three of us—me, Marco, and Harvey.No Isabel, no other executives, just the founding partners trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy but it's not working."The client acquisition strategy needs revision," Marco says, his tone clipped. "The numbers don't support this aggressive timeline.""The numbers are solid," I counter. "We've run them three times.""Then run them a fourth because this—" He taps the projection on the screen. "—is optimistic at best. Delusional at worst."The criticism is harsher than necessary.Marco's never talked to me like this, he never dismissed my work so completely."Delusional?" I repeat, anger flaring. "That's what we're calling strategic ambitio

ISABELThree days pass, and I realize something.No notes, no white envelopes slipped under my door at 2 AM, no messages detailing exactly what my stalker wants to do to me and no dark promises or obsessive observations.Nothing.The silence is deafening.I stand in my apartment Thursday night, staring at the empty space under my door where the notes used to appear, and feel something unexpected.Loss.I miss them.I miss the thrill of finding that envelope. I miss the dark anticipation of reading Harvey's words. I miss the way they made me feel—wanted, desired, and obsessed over.Now that I know it's Harvey, the mystery is gone and apparently, so is his interest.I've tried to reach him multiple times. I called his cell Monday morning but it went straight to voicemail.I texted Monday afternoon: We need to talk about what happened.No response.I texted again Tuesday: Harvey, please. Just five minutes.Nothing.I called again Wednesday but ended in voicemail.I showed up at BDS headq

ISABELThe morning meeting is scheduled for nine AM.I arrive at BDS Partnership at 8:55, giving myself just enough time to compose myself before facing all three of them.All three men I've slept with in the past week.My reflection in the elevator's mirrored walls shows the evidence—concealer barely covering the marks on my neck.Two hickeys from Ares and Marco, still visible despite my best efforts and Harvey's bite mark on my shoulder, hidden beneath my blouse but throbbing with every movement. A clear physical proof of my complete lack of control.The elevator doors open on the top floor, and I force myself to walk confidently toward the conference room in a professional and composed way like I didn't have sex with their third partner in an alley last night and like my life isn't spiraling completely out of control.The conference room door is open. I can see them inside.Ares at the window, coffee in hand, looking relaxed and handsome in a grey suit.Marco at the head of the tab

HARVEYThe penthouse is dark when I slip inside at 12:47 AM.Silent except for the hum of the air conditioning and the distant sound of the city below.Ares and Marco are both asleep, their bedroom doors closed, no light spilling into the hallway.They don't know I was gone. They don't know I followed Isabel through the city tonight.They don't know I saved her from three attackers and then fucked her in that alley like an animal.I move silently through the apartment, muscle memory guiding me through the darkness to my room.I close the door, lock it and lean against it for a long moment, breathing hard.What the fuck did I just do?I strip slowly like a damaged robot, suit jacket, shirt, pants, all of it stained with blood from the fight.Evidence that needs to disappear.I stuff everything into a garbage bag, making a mental note to dispose of it somewhere far from here tomorrow.Then I step into the shower and turn the water as hot as it will go.Scalding, punishing, just exactly

ISABEL"This was a mistake."Harvey's voice is ice, cutting through the post-orgasm haze.I stare at him, still shaking against the wall, my body humming with aftershocks."What?""I shouldn't have—" He's fastening his belt now, his movements sharp and controlled. "This isn't me, this isn't what I represent. This shouldn't have… this can't happen again."The words hit like a slap."Harvey—""Go home, Isabel." His voice is pure ice now, but I can see his hands trembling as he adjusts his shirt. "Forget this happened.""Forget?" I can't believe what I'm hearing. "You just—we just—""Made a mistake," he interrupts, his ice-blue eyes finally meeting mine. "A mistake I won't repeat."The coldness in his expression is devastating. This is the Harvey from the office. The one who barely acknowledges my existence except to criticize. The one who looks at me like I'm a problem to be solved.Not the Harvey who just fucked me against a wall while telling me I was his."You've been stalking me for

ISABELHarvey's mouth crashes into mine with brutal, desperate hunger.This isn't gentle or sweet like Ares. Isn't controlled and possessive like Marco. This is raw, angry and almost violent in its intensity.He kisses like he's been starving and I'm his first meal in months, like he's been holding back for so long that now, unleashed, he can't control himself.It can't be anything other than pure need and obsession.I respond with equal desperation, my hands fisting in his bloody shirt, pulling him closer.All those weeks of fantasy. All those nights touching myself while reading his notes, imagining what my stalker would be like.The reality is so much better.So much darker.So much more intense than anything I imagined.Harvey's hands are everywhere—rough, possessive, and claiming. In my hair, yanking my head back. On my waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. Sliding up my ribs, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts.No gentleness, no hesitation, just pure claiming.He b