Raven Celine Age Novels & Stories

Otherwise I'm gonna get that full 24/7 lecture . Yeah it's weird how I'm an adult . And I still get those stupid teenage lectures. *************************** RAVEN'S POV I went to the company I'm supposed to work in . I guess . 'ONE STROKE' is written so big on this stupid building . I wonder whose idea it was . It would be so great if they really get a stroke one day . A brain stroke or maybe heart one , anyways they die . It really doesn't matter how . That's why I think I should do that honour .

I will keep her a secret to satisfy me when I need release. I make my way back downstairs and see Harris’ mate Jules and daughter Rachel. Rachel just turned 18 years old and didn’t find her mate on her birthday. Come to think of it, I don’t remember Rebel there being an 18th birthday for her either. “Alpha Cullen! We are so excited to have you here for dinner in our humble home.” Jules says. Honestly, her voice is nauseating but with a tight smile I reply, “It’s certainly an interesting evening.”

She is not like the others. “She is worse,” I said. “Don’t forget that.” Ragnar huffed. I could feel his unease. I can smell her even through the screen, he said. She smells like lavender and warm earth.There is something special about her, Cassian. She cannot be evil. “Stop saying that,” I growled quietly. “You are letting her angel face fool you.” On the screen, Raven picked up her fork. Her hand still shook a little. I could tell. I knew fear. I knew shame. I knew how it looked on people.

Rachael’s POV I dressed carefully, choosing simple clothes that wouldn't draw attention. Black pants. Gray sweater. My hair pulled back in a practical braid. The Continental Council representatives would arrive within the hour. My hands trembled as I fastened the clasp on my necklace—the one piece of jewelry I'd kept from my old life. I forced them steady. I'd survived Christopher. Survived the siege. I could survive questions. A knock at the door. Kelvin entered without waiting for permission, carrying two mugs of coffee.

' Roman asked. Roy snorted in response to his question. I looked up at Roman, surprised that he was coming to my defense even if we had just met. 'Raven please come and sit here,' Roman called to me. I stood up and took my seat on one of the couch. They also sat down opposite me. 'Raven right, that is your name?' Roman asked and I nodded. 'How old are you Raven?' 'I am eighteen. I turned eighteen some days ago.' 'Does this mean you got your wolf already?'

I take in a deep breath of his scent as I pull him to my chest, having missed holding my pups. “Do you have children?” Raven smiles when she looks up from our daughter, who is cooing contently in her mother’s arms. “I do, I’ve got two daughters, one is 11 and the other is 9,” Ingvar answers, pulling open a velcro pocket and takes out two pictures, handing them to Raven.

Rose trembled after hearing her voice, jerking her head to Raven’s direction, she exclaimed. “You scared me!” “When did you get here?” She asked sharply. “Yesterday,” she replied, scratching the back of her head, and Raven strode forward to get a bottle of water from the fridge, gulping it down, her eyes studied Roselyn. She was about the same age as Raven, but her tender figure made her appear younger than she was, her red hair was packed up in a ponytail and her skin—paler than usual. “You heard right?” Raven remarked sympathetically, landing the bottle gently on a surface.

Celie gestured around the clinic they were in, "this happened." "No shit sherlock," Raven replied with a straight face. Then she discovered Celie was right, and she did not know how to feel. It was literally the worst time to bear children. And Raven, a wanted murderer, as a mother? That might be the most ridiculous thing on earth. Raven always knew what to do, yet three years ago, she had no idea. She escaped as a criminal to an empty, underdeveloped island that she planned to build and evolve. The child could change many, many things.

She coughs more gently this time, but keeps the bin within reach, just in case. “Can you tell me how long you’ve been here?” Celine thought for a moment, then shook her head. “I arrived here just after my eighteenth birthday. I have no idea how long it’s been since then.” She gives her birth date, and she looks at Nate’s face as he seems to be doing maths, then he pales “I’m sorry if that’s the wrong answer.” She looks down at her hands, having noticed the change in his face. He rests a hand on the table in front of her,

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"