Gleam Raven Kennedy 소설 & 이야기

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

“Well, actually… your highness. A car won’t come to pick you up—” “You are coming with me, omega.” Flinching at the deep voice, I turned towards the door, where my eyes met Raven’s. My eyes widened slightly as I took him in. Raven was dressed in a casual dark gray shirt that hugged his chiseled muscles and black jeans. He completed the attire with a black jacket, which he styled with black boots. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows in a hot contrast of black and gray. Through his long hair that hung loose on his shoulders, I could see the silvery dog tag pendant resting over his chest.

Chapter One— Roseanne's tits Elle's POV The first time I saw Roseanne's tits, I knew my flag wasn't the blue, red and white on the fucking USA flag. It was rainbow! It was Saturday, the start of the weekend, and we were high school seniors in our final year. Roseanne's parents had left that morning for some trip, so the house was all ours until Sunday night. No adults around to bug us, just me and her in her bedroom, door closed, the fan humming softly overhead. The sun filtered through the curtains, making the room feel warm and lazy, like anything could happen.

Raveen was not well-known to everyone. Regrettably, what she believed turned out to be incorrect. She didn't realize that Raveen was really famous. Very well-known, especially among those people who worked with Rael. Nobody hadn't know Raveen. Aron was one of Rael's partners who was assigned the task of operating on Lavina's eyes. "Raveen? Of course I know. Why did you ask?” The answer that Aron gave, made this girl's eyes widen. She was so surprised.

Sebastian said after a brief silence. “Wainwright,” I corrected, even though I hated that name. Maya coughed from the backseat, and I glared at her. “Sparkles, you could change your last name to ‘Skywalker’ and you’d still be Haven Kenway to us.” “Sparkles?” I asked. “Well, you’re covered in glitter, so…” I glanced down at my arms, and sure enough, the fucking purple glitter from my costume was everywhere, dancing in the sunlight from the window.

“For once in your miserable life, Raven, tell the truth. What’s wrong with your child?” Her composure shattered completely. Tears welled in her eyes, and for the first time since I’d known her, Raven Cross looked genuinely vulnerable. “I don’t know,” she admitted brokenly. “The pregnancy just… wouldn’t end. Months kept passing, and the healers said everything was fine, but it wasn’t normal. And when he was finally born, he was…” She swallowed hard. “He’s beautiful. Perfect. But sometimes, his eyes glow. Not gold like a wolf. Red. Like fire. Like something else is looking out through him.”

“So, just wearing these makes it impossible for them to find me? No one will pull me into the Dream Realm. Or track me? Is that right? Are you sure?” Raven asked. She stared at the heavy necklace that now hung around her neck. It looked like a cheap piece of costume jewelry and nothing special at all. Tarnished silver.

Regal even. Raven had styled my hair into a very high, stylish up-do, leaving a few long, loosely curled strands to frame my face. As for my face, Raihana had done a heavy smoky eye in glittering golds and blacks. With some thick black lashes that weren’t too heavy but enhanced my long ones. My face was bronzed and glowed to match the shimmering bronzer I had applied to my body. She had painted my lips a matt deep pink that really did suit my skin tone. It was the only pop of colour from my otherwise very bronzed golden look. My heart pounded as I looked at myself. I prayed I found my mate tonight because I looked amazing, if I do say so myself. I felt a pang of sadness behind my smile as I

Raven sits in front of her dresser, staring back at herself in the mirror, she looks absolutely breathtaking and scintillatingly beautiful with the amount of time she spent beating her face to perfection. She cannot even remember the last time she had any makeup on. Her hazel eyes glint from the sparkle of the silver necklace she picks up and adorns her neck with, matching the ones on her wrist.

If she even was pretending anymore. “Please stand up. Pull the blanket back. If you could lend a hand, sir—Thank you.” Kade drew the shock blanket away from her chest and shoulders. There was another camera flash, then another and another, that left Raven’s vision burned with white spots. She could only imagine what she looked like in those photos: ghostly pale in the blare of the flash, with Burt’s blood splattered across the white skin of her chest and shoulders and neck. At least it wouldn’t show up against her red dress, she thought blandly. She prayed she would never have to see those pictures.