Ravel Dxd Novels & Stories

"Another crappy day," Jade thought to herself as she stared from the living room window out onto the front lawn. Through the dawn, she witnessed brown puddles from the downpour quickly expanding, running over and down the edges of the sidewalk and spilling onto the pavement of the quiet street. The crackling thunder had startled her awake. Last night she had fallen asleep thinking of all the plans she wanted to fulfill today. She thought she might do a bit of shopping to personalize her new room, maybe even take a jog around the neighborhood and explore. She could feel herself getting antsy, the weather keeping her stuck indoors for far longer than she liked. She took a sip of warm coffee fr

He had tasked Randy to dig in on her and so far, he could not come up with everything. Everyone from her secondary school said the same thing when being asked, "Fabiola McDarryl was a very quiet and peaceful student." They'll say. Her classmates, the staff, the administration…everyone. They acted as though they were under a spell. It was creepy. What even puzzled him the most was the fact that Fabiola McDarryl actually did exist alongside Mila Rivers. How could both coexist on the record if Mila Rivers died for Fabiola McDarryl to be born?

Dax’s pov “Come here baby girl,” I whispered in her ear, lifting her. Raven giggled and tried to push me away. “Arghh! I am exhausted, Dax. I need to sleep,” She whispered, trying to push me away but I didn't budge. “Can I take you somewhere? Somewhere that will completely blow your mind,” I offered. Raven rolled her eyes but there was a smile on her face. “You just want me to leave the bed,” She said.

Dante leaned against the counter, his demeanor cool and collected, "I'm looking for someone. A woman by the name of Raven," Dante's voice was a deep and resonant baritone, commanding attention with its rich tone. It carried a hint of weariness, a testament to the burdens he has shouldered and the battles he has fought. Every word that emerges from his lips is delivered with a layer of grit and determination as if honed by years of pain and survival.