Gold Raven Kennedy Novels & Stories

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?”

It was a beautiful ring, a gold ring with three diamonds. ‘My dearest Maddie. My red queen, do you want to be my wife?’ She felt her emotions bring tears to her eyes, she was exulting inside. She hadn't expected that question yet. ‘Oh yes Raven I do,’ she said, exchanging a look with her father, who nodded in satisfaction. Raven got up and she threw herself into his arms. He kissed her lips and she had to remind him he was in a restaurant. ‘I long for you,’ he muttered on her neck.

Hearing my mother’s voice made me at ease, the magic of mothers, I did not add anything and just hung up on the call, thinking about that night, I was reminded of what had happened… heading back to the small I found two black SUVs on the entrance, on the front door stood, a man in a gray suit, fancy for a wolf pack. “Miss Salvatore, I am the delta of the silver wave pack, we heard of your arrival from your grandfather,” he said, standing tall in his place in front of my door. “ Thank you for the welcome Mister… a name would be nice to have.” I replied. Laughing he lowered his head “ Micheal Dearson”

"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.

“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.”

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.

Kennedy chimed in to console her cousin. "The problem is, none of the candidates meet my criteria, Ken." Kennedy then snatched the photos from Darwin's hand. She looked at each of the girls who were potential wives for Randy. "I know her, her name is Alesa, the daughter of the owner of Bank Nobu. And this one is Tamara. Both are socialites, right?" Kennedy said, while scanning the figures in the photos she was looking at. "And the last one, Velia, the daughter of Mr. Hartono. Who is the last one? I've never met her and I have no idea," Kennedy said.

business? Princess Raven? The memories started flooding back. I have heard of her but could I really be in her body? Princess Raven was the princess of the Cremstone pack, and I had heard about her engagement to the Alpha of the Silverwolf pack, Alpha Orion, just before the incident that happened to me. Alpha Orion was known for his power and ruthlessness, a figure both feared and respected. The thought of meeting someone like him terrified me. How could Princess Raven be engaged to him? How was that even possible?

“Hello, Aurora. I’ve heard a lot about you.” I nod, swallowing my anxiety, though it may make me choke. “Hello, Alpha.” “Please, call me Kennedy,” he says, his hard, gray exterior of a fierce man something out of my nightmares. He’s huge in stature, his black hair salted with gray streaks, his skin clean but exposing his age with a few deep wrinkles. He motions to the female next to him, the Luna. “This is Vivian, my Luna. She isn’t Jaxson’s mother, but she is Xander’s.”