Hello Neighbor: Welcome To Raven Brooks Trinity Novelas e Histórias

“By the way, this is my friend—Trinity.” Rochwall smiled warmly at her. “Ah, I’ve heard good things about you from the teachers. I’m also an old friend of your dad’s.” “Really?” Trinity began, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Her eyes widened, and she took a deep breath, like she was smelling something in the air. Just then, the door opened, and Dylan stepped in. I hadn’t seen Nate yet, but now that Dylan and I were hopefully starting to get along, I already felt a bit more at ease.

Or hope. "Hi," I said. "We're your neighbors. I'm Serena. This is Aiden and Hope." The woman smiled. It was tired, the smile of someone who'd been packing and unpacking for weeks, but it was real. "I'm Rachel. This is my husband, Tom. And these are the monsters." She gestured at the twins, who were now being unbuckled from their car seats by a harried looking man. "Welcome to the neighborhood," Aiden said. "Let us know if you need anything. We're right next door."

She pulled out her phone. -Can you come get me at the Old Creek Diner and bring me my hunter clothes?- It was silent for a few minutes, Raven ordered a coffee. Then her phone beeped. -Why? Did your billionaire break up with you?- -No, I asked for space- He might be more willing to do her request if she mentions that. -Fine, I’ll be there in twenty- -Thanks- “You alright miss?” Raven looked up to see a little old lady. Raven smiled, “I’m fine, just…”

Chapter 3: Lessons In Power: Raven woke up to soft knocking on the door. Her body was still on high alert, muscles coiled and ready to fight, but there was nowhere to run. The lock clicked open and Helen appeared with a breakfast tray. "Good morning, dear. Mr. Kane thought you might be hungry." The smell hit Raven first. Fresh coffee, warm bread, something that made her stomach clench with hunger. She hadn't eaten much at dinner, too busy cataloging escape routes and weapons.

Tristan says, clearly annoyed already so Raven doesn't say anything else until they've reached the school grounds Tristan was back to pulling Raven along, The school was still deserted considering it was 5am and no one would go to school that early if their classes start at 7 “Good Morning Tristan" A Teacher greeted and Tristan just nods his head “Good Morning, this is the transferee" He greets back as he pulls Raven into the office of the school government, Raven slightly bows her head at the teacher before getting dragged away by the tall man beside her “This is where you'll sit when I'm working here” Tristan says and points at the seat… Right beside his table “Now where are those two…” He

Erada enveloped Raven's hand in a firm handshake. " You're my big brother's sister, welcome to the family" Raven blinked in a daze, she wondered if the two had gone crazy. * * * * *The Camp Of The Undead* *Devil's Lane* " Help me accept a dangerous mission, two preferably" Meek said as he strolled into Daera's quarters. Venom frowned slightly, the entire camp suddenly felt empty without the pampered heiress and he had just decided to take on a mission when Meek entered.

“I’m not your enemy. Unless you make me one.” He walked out. … Outside, Raven had ducked behind the corner just before the door opened. She watched Hanlon pass, dazed but alive, handkerchief pressed to his lip. She didn’t move. Not yet. The cracks were deepening. And soon, something—someone—was going to fall through. … The apartment was too quiet. Raven closed the door behind her, rain clinging to her coat, her skin chilled more from dread than the night air. She dropped her keys into the bowl by the entrance, the sound startling in the silence.

He yelled abruptly closed the car door before speeding off. I murmured and went to see Creed looking concerned. "Are you alright?" He asked me. I nodded and snuggled into Creed "Nicholas has gone nuts" I muttered. "Try not to stress babygirl. Your brother is a hero and he cherishes his mate" He said. Raven had bought some hamburgers and a few bottles of KoolAid. "Hey, you got some for me?" I moped. Raven looked at me and sighed. "For sure" She grinned and unwrapped the paper bag, before she could get the burgers out of the back I heard a strange female voice.

The car stops in front of a house where a man and a woman—middle-aged—walk out to greet me. I step out. “Good afternoon.” I offer a small bow. “Roland, how are you?” the woman speaks first. “I’m Rachel, Diana’s mother.” She opens her arms for a hug. I do not care for hugs. Or people. I never have. “Sorry,” I say flatly. “I’m not a hugger.” Her arms fall back to her sides, smile stiff. The man steps in. “Dylan, Diana’s father.” He offers his hand. I accept it.