Glow Raven Kennedy Novels & Stories

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.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

I almost drop my novel. No. Way. “Louvel? The fashion brand Louvel?” My voice shoots up embarrassingly. “Yes,” she says with a warm—yet clearly practiced—smile. “Mr. Graham has requested that I fill your wardrobe until it can barely close.” She laughs. Rich people laughter. Smooth. Effortlessly charming. I freeze like a statue. “You’re the Cece Louvel,” I whisper. “I am,” she replies. I could combust on the spot. One of the most iconic fashion designers alive is standing in front of me like this is normal. Like she didn’t just crash through my life with luxury and glamour.

The pack will recommit their loyalty to me and Kier today while accepting Kennedy as their Luna, and Henry will preside over the ceremony which gives me the chance to just focus on how utterly gorgeous my mate is. Farrah went all out as I knew she would. The entire area looks perfect for my mate. There is some sort of gauzy gold material draped around the area that is covered with the artificial turf, making sure everyone knows where it's safe to walk. There are twinkling lights and flowers draped everywhere giving the area a magical feel. The green dress that Kennedy is wearing fits her perfectly, falling to her feet is a soft, flowing skirt. No skin-tight, short, showy dresses for my mate.

Floral garlands lined the pillars. Candles flickered along the walls, casting a golden glow over the marble floor. The sound of murmurs gave way to silence as the large double doors at the front of the hall slowly opened. Raven walked in, regal and calm; her expression was unreadable…but her presence was unmistakable. Power clung to her like a second skin. She wore a deep violet gown that shimmered with threads of silver, her long dark hair cascading down her back. Beside her was Rowan, dressed in ceremonial armor, dark and polished, the silver crown of his station already resting in his hand.

“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.

Mama G gives Cherry a side eye, then walks over to Raven and whispers, “He’s pissed about something. Don’t take it personal.” Raven gives a faint nod. She stares into the mirror, finishing her mascara. Her eyes look distant, like she’s gone somewhere far inside herself. The music from the main room gets louder—showtime is coming. Raven sets down her brush, takes a breath, and rises. Despite the pain. Despite the humiliation. She walks out. ... On the stage, Cherry struts under red lights, bathed in glitter and sweat. She’s in her element—swinging around the pole with practiced seduction, basking in catcalls. The men love her. She drinks it in, laughing when they throw bills at her feet.

The plunging neckline and open back left little to the imagination—but that was the point. If Killian thought he could parade his engagement in front of her and she would simply watch, he was dead wrong. A knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts. She turned to see Elias Carter, the man she had chosen as her perfect distraction for the night. “Damn, Raven.” His voice held appreciation as his sharp gaze raked over her. “You do know that showing up like this will drive him insane, right?” She smirked. “That’s exactly what I want.”

“I’m pretty sure this is better than ruining your nice clothes.” He nodded. “Of course, it is. How is your injury?” Raven went still for a moment before chuckling. She pressed a kiss to his cheek and leaped off the truck. “I’m not so bad off that you need to worry, Peter. Where’s Cillian?” Her gaze drifted over me briefly. A look of pity washed over her face. Then she turned away. “Over here,” Cillian said. “Peter, you too.” Peter set the last box down and leaped down to follow Raven. Candido climbed up on the truck to take Peter’s place, and I found a place to sit down.

I had arranged for a limo to pick us up and saw it waiting outside in front of the house. “Smile, Harlow!” Raven insisted. She looked gorgeous in a purple and black dress that fit her petite body so perfectly it was almost as if it had been created by magic. “You’re going to have a great time.” She patted my arm, and all I could think about was her corsage. It was so beautiful, a large purple flower that matched the one attached to Tony’s suit jacket. The guys all looked so nice, too. I tried not to stare at Alec, but he was looking fine in a three piece suit. “I know it’ll be fine,” I told Raven. “At least this way, maybe I’ll get to dance with lots of guys.”