Romans & histoires An Unkindness Of Ravens Lucas Scott

Sad to say, instead of running away, he crawled into my feet as he did to Cecelia earlier. "Truth be told, I might have a better idea of how Lucas can pay for his crime if you are willing to listen." I tried to remove Lucas' hands away from me when I hate being n contact with anyone, especially humans. Maverick is an exception since he turned into a raven every time he hopped onto my shoulder or on top of my head. However, the more I shooed Lucas away, the hardened I get from his grip. "Let me guess," she said. "you are going to call the cops and have him arrested, am I right?"

“Because I’m not Iris, you cold bastard!” Her words hung in the air like a bomb that had just exploded. Behind the glass, I felt my entire world stop. What? Lucas released a long breath and leaned back in his chair. He had a grim expression on his face, but he looked unsurprised, like this was exactly what he had expected to hear. “Well,” Lucas said quietly. “I wish I could say it’s good to hear from you, Raven.” Raven. The name hit me like a physical blow.

“You, me, here. This is your life now. Not some spoiled sociopath trying to rewrite the past.” She didn’t answer. She just buried her face in my chest and let herself finally breathe. And I held her. ~ ~MARCUS REYNOLDS~ Crack. The glass tumbler hit the wall and exploded, scotch dripping down the paint like blood on silk. His jaw clenched. His breath was sharp. Shallow. From across the darkened room, the glow of the laptop screen lit up the place. Slightly. The image froze for a moment... Raven’s face, red and humiliated, being dragged past a hedge maze like some drunk wedding crasher.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

Raven. With a malicious glimmer in his eyes, he stood in the doorway. Do you believe you can just walk right in and grab him? You're not as smart as I imagined. I maintained my position, my strength smoldering just below the surface. "Raven, I won't let you win. This is now over. Raven smirked. "You believe you are strong? You're not aware of your opponents. He raised his palm and seemed to conjure a power that sent me flying to the floor and knocked Lucas off his feet as the room seemed to darken. I was in excruciating pain, but I made myself get up.

Holden asked, confused. " Your reaction" " What nonsense are you talking about, hit straight to the point" Holden snapped impatiently. Jimmy only handed to him a file. Holden opened it reluctantly. " I'm sorry Boss but...RAVEN IS MR SCOTT JOHANSSON'S DAUGHTER.." Holden froze on the spot immediately on what Jimmy said and the file he was holding fell off his hand as he staggered back in shock. " PA...

Jasper said calmly "You don't understand he's the one I want, he's the type of man I need, he's the perfect man for me and I love him, all you have to do is to get rid of that girl so I can be with him. Why can't you do this for your sister" Jessica sobbed "He's not the man for you jessie, he's already taken and I can't do what you're asking for" Jasper tried to reason with her "I should have known asking you for help would be useless, I'll get my man by myself without your help, I'll get rid of that bitch" Jessica said and walked out.

He laughed. I rolled my eyes, “He isn’t that scary.” “Oh, he is not?” His eyes met mine. Indeed, Raven was scary to the world. But to those he loved, he was the most loving and caring person in the world. “He is not,” I said firmly. “That’s new,” He teased.

The scent was faint but unmistakable a mix of dark magic and burnt iron. Draven’s mark. His jaw tightened. “He’s here.” He turned to the warriors behind him. “Circle wide. Lucien, take the left flank. Caius, with me.” The wolves obeyed instantly, shifting into formation with practiced precision. Shadows moved among shadows as they advanced. The forest grew darker, colder, until even the moonlight struggled to pierce through. Sebastian’s heart pounded harder. Every instinct screamed that this was it the moment everything would change.

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”