Mother Dearest That's So Raven Novels & Stories

Mother and son, legacy and rebellion, colliding in a storm that had been waiting too long. Evelyn broke the silence first, her gaze shifting to Raven. “You think you’ve saved him, don’t you? That you’ve given him something I never could.” She tilted her head, a predator studying prey. “But what happens when you’re gone? What happens when you’re just another ghost in the long line of women who thought they could change a Morreau?” Raven’s pulse thundered, but she forced herself to answer. “Then at least I’ll be the one who tried.”

Raven does whatever his Mom asks him to do. His Mom and mine have been best friends since childhood back in Japan. We were supposed to be rich, but Dad left nothing for Mom. His Will was under his Mom's name. Grandma hates Mom and me because Mom is Japanese, and I took most of her features. Let's just say she's racist. The driver's door opens. Raven got in. I shrink in my seat. He's very intimidating. He sighed and looked at me. He said nothing. He turned on the car and reversed. I watched as his hand moved on the steering wheel. He usually uses his palm to drive which is fucking sexy.

I shuttered whispered looking at my mother who immediately her consciousness as soon as I announced it. End of flashback “HOW CAN YOU FORGET THAT DAY RAVAN.. WHEN WE BOTH LOST LOVE OF OUR LIFE ON SAME DAY BECAUSE OF THAT BITCH PARENTS?” my mother again questioned roared on Ravan who got little calmed hearing ‘Reva’ name, where I honestly believe he was thrown back in memories of that day as it was one of most dreadful day of his life “What are you thinking?” I questioned Ravan bringing him back of his trance however to my surprise he simply let go my hairs and walked out without answering to my mother.

Like she was a monster. “I didn’t mean to,” Raven sobbed into my shoulder. Her tears soaked through my shirt. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone! I just wanted Daddy to wake up!” My throat was too tight to speak. I stroked Raven’s hair with trembling fingers. Her purple hair felt soft and warm under my hand. Movement in the corner caught my eye. Darein. The traitor was stumbling toward the hole in the wall. Blood dripped from a wound on his head. He looked back once, his eyes meeting mine.

Varkos** “You’ve delayed this long enough.” My mother’s voice cut through the dining hall like a blade, sharp and unforgiving. Across the table, Lady Ravena Draven—my mother, sat at the head of the table, her silver hair pinned flawlessly, those dark eyes burning with expectation and threat in equal measure. I didn’t bother looking up from my plate to know what she was talking about, “Lower your tone,” I shot back coldly. “You’re addressing your son, not the council.”

Or be replaced. The eldest child knelt in the clearing, scarred arm trembling, eyes wide with lingering fear and fatigue. The middle child’s fists were clenched, jaw set, chest heaving, defiance shining through exhaustion. And the youngest child… calm, unblinking, serene—a presence that unsettled even the Hunger. They were the spark, the unknown, the force that could bend the Darkness itself.

Instead of yellow eyes, her green eyes, like a soft patch of moss in a meadow, stared back at me, enraged. My smile dropped. I knew her face – six years, and I still hadn’t forgotten that face. Raven Cross. The woman I’d personally exiled before killing her father. Oh no…

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

Raven slowly stepped out of the vehicle. She looked completely composed, calm, and almost entirely triumphant as she adjusted her leather clothes. She was wearing a fresh club vest that didn't have a specific name patch sewn onto the front yet, but she carried herself with a massive wave of arrogance. She shot a quick look of pure, unadulterated hatred toward my face before turning her head to smile sweetly and respectfully at Stone’s mother.

“No, we brought each other.” The horizon trembled — waves of color rippling outward as if the entire world exhaled. --- Raven — The Threshold Raven was not used to surrendering control. Yet when the resonance reached her, she hadn’t been able to resist. Now she stood ankle-deep in shimmering water, under a sky that breathed in rhythm with her heartbeat. Shapes of memory drifted nearby — her father’s voice, the scent of the first gun she cleaned, the sound of Sophia’s laughter on a cold morning.