Raven Celine Age Novels & Stories

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.

'I have my eyes and ears around, be careful. Raven was in deep thought before she realized Cohen was in front of her, and when Cohen sat in front of her, she said, "Here is your uniform, your I.D, and your employee pass inside Mr. Borja's room." Cohen smiled while she was handling everything in Raven's hand. Raven was silently getting those things that Cohen was giving her and felt something heavy on her head and just looked at the stuff and placed them on her lap. She looked at Cohen. Cohen is a 42 y.o woman with glasses on her eyes. She doesn't look old enough because her face and heart were young for her age. Raven was about to utter a word of gratitude when she felt a presence behind her

They pressed the doorbell and Carmella opened the door, smiling at them. "Hi, Ralph. Who's this lovely girl?" Asked Carmella with interest, ushering them inside. Jaxon came forward with a smile. Of course, he'd met Raven before. Gilbert and his fiancée Jacqueline were also present. They too came forward to meet Raven. Gilbert had already met her when he had come down to London. "This is Raven Porterfield, she's doing a B. Tech in Apparel Production Management in London," he said proudly. Raven shyly waved at everyone.

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.

Raven said with a smile as she jumped into Venom's arms " I didn't think you would make it here, Olivia, it's good to see you as well, the two of you are making me hate being single" " Little bird, you aren't allowed to think about relationships yet, wait until you're old enough" Raven rolled her eyes " I'm 22, mother got married when she was eighteen, should I wait until I'm forty before I start seeing someone " Venom's eyes widened " Little bird, you're twenty two?"

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.