Gold Raven Kennedy 소설 & 이야기

Eya points to the different gold buckles making Raven nod. “Handy, I like that you chose to use gold with the black and red, and the silver fur for padding,” Raven pets her forearm where the bracers will go, the rest of us giggle at how weird she is being. “Isä and I kept in mind you wear a lot of black, silver, and red to represent you and my dads. We used gold plated steel to represent Jonathan, it’ll take time to get used to the idea of him being a da to me,” Eya explains, making me smile at her calling Vaari dad. It’s been different seeing our father with someone else, but Eya has been so good for him as he has been great for her as well.

This man is unbelievable. He faces them again. “You didn’t know who she was, so you acted professionally. I’ll let it pass.” The workers exchange confused looks. I don’t blame them. I’m confused too. Then his tone shifts—lower, colder. “This is Diana Reed. My fiancée.” Gasps ripple across the entrance. A few maids blink rapidly. Two guards straighten even more. “Remember how I said I’d let you off because you didn’t know who she was?” Roland steps forward, hands behind his back, expression unreadable. “Well. Now you do. So you know how to treat her from now on… don’t you?”

"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.

I said quietly. "Bastard." Kane moved around the office with casual ownership, pouring himself coffee from Adrian’s espresso machine, sitting in Adrian’s chair, using Adrian’s computer. Then, a flash of gold caught the light. I focused the binoculars on Kane’s wrist and my stomach dropped. "Adrian, is your father’s watch gold? Vintage? With a black face?" "Yes. Rolex Submariner. 1967. Why?" "Kane is wearing it." The silence stretched so long I thought we’d been disconnected. "Adrian?"

Jacob reassured him confidently. "Half of the men you appointed for this mission are already dead," Raven pointed out skeptically. "I don't trust you, Jacob. Remember, I was the one who revived you. You serve me, and if you fail to deliver what I want, I will not hesitate to kill you." Jacob's eyes flashed with a murderous intent but quickly returned to a calm demeanor. He nodded in acknowledgment. Raven then left the room, and unfortunately, Rick had to move away swiftly to avoid being caught spying on their conversation so that I couldn't get a clear view of Raven's

“Oh?” “Kirk got me the tools.” Kirk saluted him with his toast. “She knows her way around a Philips and a soldering iron, I’ll give her that.” Debating the possible attractions of the Brit’s close-cropped black hair and rakish goatee in the eyes of his female guest this early in the morning was beyond him. Fallon put her ease in Kirk’s company down to bonding over too much late night TV and junk food and then ignored it. Kirk wasn’t interested, and Fallon was too old for childish displays of jealousy. “Thanks.”

She stood at the VIP bar, her leather clad legs getting attention from most of the men up there. And yes, it was flattering but she knew once she turned around, they would all look away. None of her scars showed from the back, which is why her top was gold and backless. She swirled her straw in the glass, smiling at the bartender as he nodded. “Good crowd,” he said. “Always is. Some high rollers in tonight.”

She snapped back to reality to find Killian standing right in front of her. The crowd had parted for him like the sea, and now he was here. Towering. Dominating. A king reclaiming his territory. His presence was just as overwhelming as she remembered, sending a thrill of fury and something far more dangerous through her veins. “I go by Raven now,” she said, swirling her champagne. “Elena Romano is dead.” Killian smirked, tilting his head. “Is she?” His dark eyes dragged over her, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of her. “Because I’d know her anywhere.”

"The Lord has heard our prayers. Raven is a pure white wolf with golden eyes. If Scarlet's wolf resembles the Raven, as it is described in the book, we'll kill them both. Tonight!" "Yes, Anton. We will kill them both tonight!" Adolpha spoke as her eyes, which were normally gold, flashed.