Novels by Rave

Third Person POV The shouting refused to die down. Photographers called Samantha’s name from every direction, pleading for one more picture, one more smile, terrified that if they looked away for even a second, they would miss the biggest story of the year. She could no longer hold back the smile spreading across her face. It was bright, genuine, and completely free, carrying none of the fear that had once followed her everywhere she went. She looked toward the sea of cameras and spoke in a clear, steady voice. “We will get married tomorrow.” The entire red carpet erupted. “What?!” “Tomorrow?!” “You’re serious?!” “Samantha, is this really happening?!” Flashes exploded like lightning across the venue. Reporters surged forward, microphones stretched toward the couple as questions poured out from every direction. The excitement became so intense that security had to step in to keep the crowd from rushing the stage. Samantha simply smiled, looking happier than ever. It felt as

Third Person POV The shouting refused to die down. Photographers called Samantha’s name from every direction, pleading for one more picture, one more smile, terrified that if they looked away for even a second, they would miss the biggest story of the year. She could no longer hold back the smile spreading across her face. It was bright, genuine, and completely free, carrying none of the fear that had once followed her everywhere she went. She looked toward the sea of cameras and spoke in a clear, steady voice. “We will get married tomorrow.” The entire red carpet erupted. “What?!” “Tomorrow?!” “You’re serious?!” “Samantha, is this really happening?!” Flashes exploded like lightning across the venue. Reporters surged forward, microphones stretched toward the couple as questions poured out from every direction. The excitement became so intense that security had to step in to keep the crowd from rushing the stage. Samantha simply smiled, looking happier than ever. It felt as

Samantha A soft laugh escaped Zephyr at my question. He rolled onto his side and pulled me closer until I was tucked comfortably against him, my head resting near his shoulder. His arms settled around me, warm and familiar.For a few moments, he didn’t say anything.I studied his face, and it didn’t take long to notice the look in his eyes.Guilt.Not sadness exactly, but guilt.“The cruise trip was supposed to be something fun, but…”“But what?” I interrupted immediately, frowning. Irritation slipped into my voice before I could stop it. “What do you mean, but?”I held his gaze, refusing to let him take responsibility for something that had never been his fault.“The cruise trip was fun,” I said firmly. “You made it fun. You made me happy.”My expression softened, but I meant every word.“The only reason everything went wrong was because of those jerks.”And it was true.For the first time in years, I no longer had to live in fear of Rowan suddenly appearing and destroying everythin

Samantha The trip back to Northbridge Port felt surreal after everything that had happened. I stood beside Zephyr as Elder Derick personally supervised Raymond and the remaining Blood Creek wolves being taken into custody. By the time we arrived, the docks were packed with Nocturnal Order hunters. Everywhere I looked, people were moving with purpose, securing prisoners and organizing the aftermath of the disaster.Raymond’s crimes stretched far beyond pack law. He had violated both supernatural and human laws, and Elder Derick made it clear that his punishment would not be decided lightly. He planned to work directly with government authorities to make sure every crime was investigated before a final sentence was handed down.“Don’t worry,” Elder Derick told Zephyr and me. His voice carried the calm confidence of someone who intended to see justice done. “Once this is over, he will never walk free again. In fact, the punishment waiting for him may outlast the natural lifespan of a we

Samantha Regret lingered beneath Zephyr’s words.At this point, most of the ship was underwater. Searching every room was impossible. I knew that and it hurt deeply, but there was nothing we could do.Taking a deep breath, I followed Mona through the shattered window.As Zephyr prepared to climb out after us, his attention landed on something floating nearby.Rowan’s severed wolf head drifted through the rising water.For a moment, he simply stared at it.Then he picked it up and carried it with him.I decided not to comment.Outside, the situation was even worse than I’d imagined.The ship leaned at a terrifying angle.Massive waves crashed against the hull, threatening to tear us away from our footing with every impact.The three of us clung tightly to the broken window frame.“Hold on,” Zephyr called over the roar of the sea.“When I say jump… jump.”I swallowed hard.The metal beneath my fingers felt slippery and freezing.Beside me, Mona gave a silent nod.Fear was written all o

Samantha Samantha barely heard the chaos around her anymore.The moment I stumbled, Zephyr caught me.“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”His voice was low and steady, wrapping around me almost as securely as his arms. The transformation had drained every bit of strength from my body. My muscles ached, my legs trembled, and exhaustion settled deep into my bones. If Zephyr hadn’t caught me when he did, I knew I would have collapsed right there.The freezing wind cut across my skin, making me shiver. My clothes had been destroyed during the shift, leaving me exposed to the cold seawater and harsh ocean air. Thankfully, Mona had managed to find a pair of discarded coats nearby. They were soaked and uncomfortable, but they offered enough coverage that I could stop worrying about it.The second Zephyr pulled me against his chest, I stopped fighting the exhaustion.“You’re alright,” he whispered again.I buried my face against him and closed my eyes.Everything felt unreal.“Zephyr…” My

The words seemed to please Bernard. He finally nodded, his face still grim. “Call her. I will decide after meeting her.” His voice softened a little and his eyes even moved toward the drink. Veronica nodded with a flattering smile, but the moment she turned toward the stairs, her eyes turned cold and sharp with hidden anger. Her grip on the banister tightened. “Could that foolish girl have realized something?” The way Victoria had fallen, dirtied her dress, and rushed away to clean herself felt too convenient. But she quickly shook the thought away. There was no way. The girl had no contact with the outside world and trusted them completely. With that, she climbed the stairs, missing her daughter who was already hiding in the kitchen. Giselle had come down after locking her sister inside. She had confirmed with the maids that the guest was a rich businessman. She had quickly searched his net worth and found it in the millions. If she played her cards right, she could marry him. Her

Victoria's eyes flicked with coldness, reflecting the red water of the bathtub. But when Giselle stepped closer, frowning at her, Victoria’s expression shifted instantly. She leaned back, trembling, her face showing fear. "An accident happened, and the wine spilled all over me. I need to take an urgent bath since my room doesn’t have a washroom." Her voice shook, full of fear, earning a curse from Giselle, who looked disinterested and wanted Victoria gone. "Ha! Now you want a room with a washroom? Does your greed and shamelessness ever end? How can you always be so greedy?" Victoria frowned slightly at the foolish girl. Did she even hear her? It was hard to believe this girl had once made her submit. "Aunt asked me to clean up here and return to attend the guests." Victoria didn’t waste time arguing. She chose words to silence Giselle immediately. "And I’ll need a proper dress too since I have nothing presentable." She fidgeted, twisting the conversation to get a decent outfit.

“Did you get it?” Victoria showed fear in her eyes, but inside she was smirking. In the past both of them had been fools. She had suffered because she feared Giselle. She had believed that if she behaved well, they might love her one day. Those thoughts had only made her weak. Her aunt had told her the same thing back then. That the Harrigans were rich. They were her uncle’s bosses, and if Victoria caught their attention she could help the whole family. And just like that, she had given up on herself. “Have you gone mute now? Forget it. I do not need your answer. Your face already said everything.” Giselle smirked and turned to leave, but Victoria’s lips curled into a dark smile. “No.” The single word stopped her. Giselle turned and glared at Victoria, only to see her nervously playing with her revealing dress. “Aunt would be angry if I do not listen to her.” Ha. Giselle clenched her teeth. But even she feared her mother and could not argue against that. “Since you dare to go

Victoria stood in the garden and looked at the violets she had planted long ago. The flowers looked even more delicate and beautiful than she remembered. In the past she had spent hours admiring them, wasting her time while waiting for a knight in shining armor to come and save her. This time she would not wait for anyone. “Ah sister, are you looking at the flowers again?” A girl with a gentle smile walked toward her. Her lips were full and curved softly. She had a heart shaped face and bright watery eyes. Her slender body could compete with models. Freckles spread across her nose and cheeks, something she always tried hard to hide. This was her cousin, Giselle. “The guests will arrive any moment. Mother sent me to remind you that you will be the one opening the door and greeting them first.” she said with a soft smile. In the past Victoria had trusted that smile without question and ignored the commanding tone hidden beneath it. Victoria’s lips slowly curved into a dark smile. “It

Glowera town of Archendia country was close to the capital, Nightingale city. Because of that it had grown beyond limits. Taverns, inns, and marketplaces kept appearing one after another, making the town lively and crowded. When Victoria opened her eyes, her body trembled as the memory of pain rushed back to her. Her hand moved to her stomach at once, searching for the deep cut. But it was not there, as if it had never existed in the first place. “I know she is acting. There is no way my daughter could injure her that badly. She must have faked her sickness so she would not need to meet the special guest tonight.” A shrill voice rang out and Victoria froze. She looked around and quickly realized she was inside her aunt’s house again. It had been ten years since she had left this place. The noise outside slowly grew louder and soon the door opened. Her aunt walked in. She had the same brown hair and black eyes as Victoria, but her plump body made her eyes look smaller and her movement

“Was it all for money?” The words felt heavy in the cold of the night. Even though she had fallen to the ground in a pool of her own blood, Victoria still held a kind of power that her uncle and his family could not match as they stood before her, proud and arrogant in their proper suits. But the suits were stained with her blood. The feeling of being inferior never left him. Even after he had slit her stomach and left her bleeding to death, she was still looking at him with the same disgusting expression, as if he were a pest not worth her attention. If only she had understood. “It is to teach you a lesson! A married woman should stay at home and not poke her nose into the matters of others.” She raised a brow and laughed. “So much drama and blood just to tell me I am married, when I never wanted to marry him in the first place?” she mocked while looking at Benard, her husband, another devil in her hell. Her eyes were cold and filled with hatred, though the strength of it weakene