Glow Raven Kennedy Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

Was her mother wearing white sneakers? She put her arms around Maddie and hugged her. Maddie froze. ‘Hi, I'm Raven,’ Raven introduced himself, hoping that Maddie would get some room to recover from whatever it was that overtook her. ‘Hi, Raven. What a strange name. My daughter's friend is always welcome with us, ‘Gonnie rattled. Raven recognized that nervous trait that Maddie also had. They went on board and were immediately given the grand tour. Halfway through, a tall man emerged from the front, with gray curls in a tousled head of hair.

my dad chuckles when his eyes land on Embry’s healed mark that is identical to Osric’s looking like a blood moon on the left shoulder. “Can you maintain your discretion for the time being, Raven needs to announce it properly as does Osric. The good news is she can wait as long as she needs to take her place as Luna of Blood Moon and Queen,” Embry requests from my father who nods his head while walking to the bar grabbing two glasses. “I will always maintain discretion when it comes to my daughters, it is up to Raven who knows her good news. I am quite proud that Embry and Osric are your mates, they’re very good men who will always be loyal to you,” my dad admits while pouring two drinks.

Dominic stared into her eyes and continued to smile. “It wouldn’t have been so bad if they’d been a nice powder pink, or a dark rose. But Romini made them a glowing neon pink. I didn’t know that he knew what that color was. It didn’t work with anything else in the area and it was glaringly out of place.” Raven complained as if she didn’t notice at all that Dominic was flirting with her. Dominic closed his eyes before his chin fell to his chest before he looked up again to her eyes.

Emma's personal assistant, Diana Beltran, emerged and asked, "What's all this noise? It's a celebration, and you'll upset Mrs. Bray Senior." Raven was standing beside her. She was dressed in a mermaid-style gown with her hair elegantly pinned up to reveal her graceful collarbones. She looked completely different from the last time I had seen her. She walked past the crowd and stopped in front of me before asking, "Andre, are you okay?"

As if that was not shocking enough, Vincent Roland,the god of the music industry, a man whose face is plastered on every magazine from here to London. He just seemed to waltz in and out of Avery’s office with a smirk that could melt stone. He had actually tapped Mr. Greyhound’s shoulder like they were old pals. The same man that everyone knows, hates him? The disrespect was breathtaking. And it was all because of her? But what happened next was even more unbelievable. I saw Mr. Greyhound, the feared ice-king who usually treats emotions like a weakness clasping a ruby necklace around Avery’s neck. And then... the kiss. It wasn't just a kiss; it was way more than that.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.