Mary Balogh Ravenswood Series Novels & Stories

The isolation that had once been about survival was now about peace. Raven sat on the porch swing, a laptop balanced on her knees as she worked on the book that had become her passion project. The working title was "Justice Served Cold: A Story of Redemption and Revenge," though she was still debating whether to publish it under her real name or maintain the fiction of Raven Steele.

--- Meanwhile — Ravenwood Lounge Far from Richard’s silent storm, chaos brewed behind Abigail Hamilton’s perfectly polished smile. Tucked away on the outskirts of the city, Ravenwood Lounge was the kind of place people came to when they wanted to disappear — dimly lit, quiet, and discreet. In the farthest corner of a secluded private cabin, Abigail sat cross-legged on a velvet chaise, a glass of red wine cradled delicately in her hand. Her manicured fingers tapped against the stem impatiently while her parents, Samuel and Sophie Hamilton, exchanged wary glances across the low mahogany table. The soft hum of distant jazz blended with the muffled clinking of glasses outside, the perfect cover

She tried to run back with her children but something swiftly ran towards them. It was a human and a female one. She was putting on all black and her face was masked. Luca halted on his tracks. The lady's aura was just double of his. She was seething within. She flipped out a long stick from no where and swung it on the she-wolf. The girl winced and fell to her knees. Luca knew the girl was trouble. His dad had warned him about meeting Raven. In fact who was this Raven? Luca advanced towards her and tried to aim at her with his pistol. He had just his pistol and if that does not do the job of protection, he would use his second option of trying to deceitfully attack from behind.

The scene hit me like a punch. Marek was on the floor, curled on his side, coughing thick, dark blood that soaked the floor. His skin was grey, lips blue, eyes rolled half back. Raven stood over him, arms crossed, a tiny glass vial dangling from her fingers like a pendant. Four of my own men knelt with guns to their heads, held by her personal guards. The servants were trembling in the corner. Raven smiled, sweet and poisonous. “Took you long enough.” I crossed the room in three strides and wrapped my hand around her throat, slamming her back against the wall. The vial stayed steady in her grip, taunting me.

It cracked me up because I wasn’t expecting that. This is MAGIC from his little Raven. Will love to have a Mini Raven soon.

She winced quietly as she repositioned, one hand gently pressed to her ribs. In profile, her vibrant rainbow-dyed hair looked oddly subdued in the low firelight, colors muted but still distinctly hers. I’d seen her before—online, arm-in-arm with Stacey, the charming senator always wearing her polished public smile. Photos had shown a Makayla that seemed happy, maybe even adoring. But this Makayla was different. She was sharper, more guarded. Whatever affection she’d held for Stacey had clearly fractured into something complicated, raw, and unresolved.

She was a hard she-wolf, and she wouldn’t accept the bits and pieces. Anita did ultimately beat Russell and Jack, for that matter. She was alive to go on and do the work they trained her to do. Now on to bigger and better things. _____________________ Here ends The Rogue & The Rose. Don’t miss out on the story. Look up Klaira Blains for other titles belonging to the Black River Pack and Big City Wolves Series. I hope you enjoyed this and my other novels here only on GoodNovel. Love Klaira

"Don't what?" "Don't blame yourself. You don't know that this was about you." “How can I not?” I choked out. “They were asking about the new girl. Why else would trained rogues attack this camp?” "Because rogues attack. It's what they do. We've had problems before—" "Not like this." Maya appeared beside us, her expression dark. "Thomas is right to be worried. This wasn't a random attack. Those wounds—" she glanced back at the covered body, "—were precise. Professional. Someone sent trained fighters."

Raven. On a cold, windy, rainy Saturday autumn morning in 1904, in an ironic twist of Abegail's infatuation with the greater world, Abegail Rolando arrived at a small chapel in the appropriately named Warsaw, Indiana, to join in wedlock with a flabbergasted and busting with pride and gratitude Mr. Raven—Mr. Jasper Raven. Cole's brother Jasper.

Do you think he has something to do with this? Caleb; nope. I’m curious Raven; I’ll go see Sternberg’s parents right now Caleb; I’ll talk to you later, Brownie . Raven goes to see Sternberg’s parents to send her condolence . She reaches their detached duplex and gulps some air before going in. She gets in and Sternberg’s entire family are seated . Sternberg’s mum welcomes Raven and asks her to go see Sternberg’s room. Raven walks into Sternberg’s room and sees pictures of them together . This whole scenery makes Raven highly uncomfortable so she walks out sober.