Damian Wayne And Raven Novels & Stories

Everything about that night brings shivers to my spine, and the more it plays in my head, the more I realize I have always been one step closer to death my whole life without realizing, and now my baby's life is also involved. Isleen has assured me that as long as Damian lives and loves Raven, nothing is going to happen to her, but Raven has fallen into a coma, however I still believe Damian would do everything to keep her alive. I have seen the love in his eyes whenever he looks at her, and Vance...

Raven wore only a long, sheer black robe open at the front and sky-high heels. Damien sat in a wide lounge chair, fully dressed, watching her. “Dance for me,” he ordered. Raven danced like a temptress — slow, sensual movements, the robe slipping off her shoulders, her hands sliding over her breasts, down her stomach, between her thighs. She never broke eye contact. When she straddled him, rubbing her bare, soaked pussy along the thick ridge of his cock through his pants, Damien finally snapped. He gripped her hips and guided her movements, letting her grind harder, faster, until she was moaning his name.

Damian stood at the top floor of his sitting room balcony, looking downward at Grant, who got out of his car to assist his sister in getting into his car. "Damian!" Grant yelled as he gazed up at Damian, his voice loud and firm. "This isn't the end of the road. Don't think that you can mess with the Milian's group and go scot-free! I will get my revenge on you!!" Grant shouted, glaring at Damian, who stood there and smirked.

The Mafia King even had the police eating out of his hands and was untouchable. Whereas Damien was the techy business survey one. An expert in all things business and the money generator of the family. Both were the pride of joys to their Father for their accomplishments and talents which had made his legacy grow to what it was now. “IS it about Ava,” Upon hearing say her name, Damien quickly turned and glared at his brother. Wondering how he already knew about her, Was it Ben? Had his assistant ran his mouth, Damien could not help but wonder,

It took the Raven Prince and his men half an hour to destroy the lab, which his mother built in ten years. It's like a base for Irina, from where she does most of her evil deeds from. All the scientists are killed and the lab is burned down to the ground. The Raven guards took the kids back to their homes. When each kid is being handed over to their parents, the gratitude that was shining brightly in their eyes made everyone's heart swell with pride. They know they did the right thing. They are now more grateful to Raphael than ever. Their loyalty now solely belongs to the Raven Prince, whom they fondly call as 'Boss '.

Journal entry 201 Dear Treadway I have started calling you Way. You do not seem very fond of it because you correct me every time l say Way saying it's Treadway. I do not listen though because I want to be someone you think about. Every time you hear Way anywhere else you think of me. Selfish aren't l? I try talking to you on certain occasions but you keep the conversations professional, most of the times l do the talking. Not that you have a habit of ignoring people but I think you just don't talk a lot, you are reserved

Hyde heaved out a deep breath. "With regards to Ms. Wayne's case, we spoke with her colleagues, sir. Most painted her as... unremarkable. Kept to herself, mostly. However," Collins paused, flipping a page in the file, "we had a rather... spirited interview with a colleague of hers, a Bridgette Willows." "Willows?" Davies raised an eyebrow. "Any connection?" "A strong one, potentially. Apparently, Ms. Willows' lover was having an affair with the victim. The animosity was palpable, sir."

“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.”

Mark snapped. "Exactly like you said, Emberlynn is my mate, and I don't know why you are getting so worked up because of it," Damien said, his voice calm. Too calm that Mark felt as though he wasn't the one speaking. Although he had his calm moment, the Damien he knew would have exploded and sent him out of his office as soon as he stepped in.