Gleam Raven Kennedy 소설 & 이야기

Oo I wanted to see his pretty kitten! I waited for Delsanra to come into view and soon she did. She was gorgeous. Her skin was pale yet glowing, or that might just be an after-sex glow… Her pure white hair was dry and fell around her shoulders, she was dressed in a red satin dressing gown from what I could see. "Hi, Alpha Liam," She said, her startling blue eyes now meeting mine. "That’s Raven." Rayhan said. "Raven…" She said, curiosity flitted in her eyes. I saw her gaze flicker to Liam before a knowing smile that I swear reminded me of Grandma Amy crossed her face.

KADE'S POV I stopped in mid-lunge, my muscles clenched. The knife in my hand was nothing. Worthless. Because Damon was holding a gun to Cameron’s head, and I was too far away to do anything if he decided to shoot. "That's better." Damon's smile never wavered. "Now let go of the knife, little brother. Slowly." I looked at Raven. Her face was peaches and cream, but her hands glowed a fluorescent white as she held the edges of her sweater up to reveal the tattoo. Her gaze, though, was fixed on me and in those eyes I saw something that tore me apart.

“Make yourself comfortable.” My fingers trembled as I removed my cardigan. I’d worn a loose tank top like the consultation email instructed. My stomach was a knot of nerves and something dangerously close to excitement. When the curtain parted, she emerged. Raven Black. She was even more striking in person. Tall, confident, covered in intricate blackwork tattoos that climbed her neck and disappeared beneath her tank top. Silver piercings glinted on her eyebrow, septum, and full lower lip. Her dark hair was shaved on one side, the rest falling in waves.

Three figures waited at the table—two men and a woman. The woman’s gaze locked onto me the second we approached. “Everyone,” Raven said smoothly, “this is my wife, Hyacinth.” He gestured to the ash-blonde man. “Colton Pines.” Then to the dark-haired man beside him. “Dane Northwest. And Minerva MacAllen.” “A pleasure,” I said, offering a polite smile. Colton stood, his eyes flickering over me. “You look different without the gala makeup. Just as stunning, though.”

A deep rumble pierced through my fading hearing, “this is on you, Grace.” Then there was the silence. Voices vanished leaving nothing but the heavy weight of the void. Like they say, life on borrowed time. It will never be yours, nor mine. Not until a spark of light crack the walls of oblivion. A beam of ray cut through the cracks and went straight to Raven, drowning in his own blood and lifeless. Raven? The energy of that light seemed so warm that it pulled Raven back to his senses, his eyes were half-opened yet it was enough to see the light slowly forming into an image of a wolf… with glowing golden-brown eyes.

Her eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction as she took a step back, watching me as though I were her prize. “You’re nothing more than a pawn, Star,” Ravena added, her voice low, almost affectionate. “A piece of collateral in a game that only ends when Killian bends to my will.” The words stung, but I didn’t let them show. I wouldn’t let Ravena see how much her taunts affected me. Instead, I tilted my head back, eyes closed, pretending to slip further into weakness. “I’ll be here... watching,” Ravena said, her voice thick with venom, before she turned and left the room.

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

She snatched the ring and looked at the underside of the ring for the name. The name 'Raphael Raven' is engraved with diamond dust. The name is sparkling in the sun light which is peeking from the window. "You, how did you get this ring? Where is Raphael?" Valerie demanded anxiously. The thought of something happening to Raphael made her chest heavy and anger like she never experienced before bubbled inside her Blake is taken aback when he noticed her eyes. He never saw her eyes turn like this in all these times he knows her. Her eyes resembles burning golden fire.

This woman commanded attention. I touched the cold glass of the mirror. My reflection touched back. Two strangers pretending to be the same person. "You can do this," I whispered to myself. "You are Raven Craslow. You are confident and powerful and untouchable. And tonight, you will make Lucas Hart notice you." Kieran arrived at exactly seven o'clock. He wore a perfectly tailored black suit that probably cost more than most cars. When he saw me, something flickered in those grey eyes. Surprise, maybe. Or appreciation.

That's all she'd done for the past eight years, ever since she aged out of foster care with nothing but a talent for violence and a complete lack of family to mourn her if she died doing it. Kane was more handsome than his surveillance photos suggested. Dark hair touched with silver at the temples, he has the type of sharp jawline that belonged in magazines, and even from this distance he radiated something that made her pulse quicken. Power, maybe. Or danger. In her line of work, they were usually the same thing. She pushed the thought away. Attractive or not, he was a target. A paycheck. Nothing more. Raven adjusted her position on the wet gravel, ignoring how the cold had seeped through h