Rabb.it Netflix Novels & Stories

Brianna stated matter of fact, gesturing to Rebecca’s entire appearance. “Shut up,” Rebecca muttered to her. “ It’s alright Mrs. Butterworth, I’ll be fine. I just need to go have a bath and come eat your delicious food. Thank you so much for your help…I don’t know what I would’ve done,” Rebecca said, grabbing Mrs. Butterworth’s hands.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Tristan replies and Raven looks back at the TV, she presses on the remote and it opens the app Her eyes immediately land on the “Recently Watched” and clears her throat as she reads the titles of the things that were on there... The most recent being was an adult romance show... Tristan finishes looking through his emails and lifts his head up, his eyes widened as he saw what was on the TV and instantly turns to Raven

Raven chuckled, grabbing the apple in the basket on a stool not far from her reach as she took a bite from the apple still looking at Delilah. “Your demon is gnashing and wailing out of anger and you know why?” Mia asked the puzzled lady still feeling the heatness of her demon's agony. Delilah's eyes blazed dark before it dawned on her that she was feeling her demon leaving her. “Raven, wh..." "Shhh hush! My dear Delilah, can't you see I'm doing you a favor here hm?"

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.