Glow Raven Kennedy 소설 & 이야기

‘’But you can call me Raven for short. She looked amused. ‘’You are doing a pretty good job at transforming your identity, Raven. I like the name. It has the ominous appeal to it.’’ I bought a lot of clothes in different shades of black and dark green. I picked only a few gowns for occasions. Bree stuck to her brighter colours - pink, purple, white, the whole rainbow. I saw a nice dark leather jacket and picked it up. ‘’This will suit Aaron, right?’’ I said, holding it up to her.

I’ll figure it out. “Kieran,” Delaney says, letting me know that Raven must’ve told her something through the mind-link since hse’s no longer calling me Keery. I hope she doesn’t know my last name, but since no one is trying to kill me, or spitting on the ground, I assume she only knows my name and not who I am.. “Take Raven’s hand.” I do as she says, and then Nola takes the fabric we’d been presented about and wraps it around our arms so that we are united–sort of. It’s not as if we couldn’t let go if we wanted to. But I don’t want to.

MARI, FOUR YEARS AGO “H oly shit.” Kennedy drops her hoe. “The witch is a cougar.” “No, she’s not. I’ve seen her wolf,” Annie says, squinting up from where she’s squatting in a furrow, patting soil around a rhubarb plant. She follows the direction of Kennedy’s gaze, and her eyes widen. “Whoa. Is that Darragh Ryan?” I freeze where I’m standing in between the handles of the red wheelbarrow. My mouth goes dry, and my heart begins to thump like a woodpecker.

My jaw dropped and my whole world spun when I beheld my pictures — all of my moments with Mr Moonstone! Jesus, Jesus! This isn't happening! The headlines read; 'Ryker Moonstone — popular business man and CEO of Right Taste Restaurant is seen with Reyna Ravenhood, daughter of famous Kaidën Ravenhood— President of RV corp at a party.' 'Young Reyna Ravenhood in Ryker Moonstone's arms.' Holy, holy, holy! I'm doomed! If dad finds out about this then I'll be nothing but dead!.. "I told you. Now you've seen it with your own eyes. How did this happen? Did you go drunk?" Sara questioned, her voice laced with curiosity.

The night Club Eden swallowed Raven Knight whole, she wasn’t wearing red, but she should have been. She stepped through the velvet-draped entrance in fitted black slacks, a satin top that caught the light like oil, and a pair of heels she borrowed from her best friend Talia. Her press badge was tucked into the lining of her purse, a necessary betrayal. No one got inside Eden without a story, and hers was as carefully crafted as the lies written on her face. She wasn’t here as Raven Knight, investigative journalist for The Mirror. Tonight, she was Raye Kincaid, aspiring dancer, newcomer to the city, and too naïve to understand that the club she walked into wasn’t just elite, it was owned by t

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 image formed uninvited in my mind; some idiot intern standing close and smiling at her, thinking he has a chance or even touching what’s mine? I don’t remember pushing the door fully open or entering the room, all I know is that I see him, James, one of the junior doctors. He was leaning against the locker, standing with a nasty smile on his face while Raven’s back was turned. He was staring at her ass! “What the hell is going on here?” I growled. Raven spins around, eyes widening like she didn't expect me to find her.“Killian…” She gasped and then glanced at James real quick.

I followed the script and calmly admitted to mistakes that were not mine. A journalist suddenly asked, “Mr. Sheldon, we heard you were diagnosed with leukemia some time ago. You might not live for more than a month. Would you approve of Ms. Walter and Mr. Surrey being together after your death?” My sickly expression appeared on the screen. I was not surprised by the question. As Jaime’s husband, I often had paparazzi around me. I did not deny anything. I simply smiled. “Yes, I will give them my blessing.” I did not know which part angered her, but Jaime’s calm expression vanished. She stood up at once and ended the live broadcast.