Raven Celine Exposed Novels & Stories

You're disgusting, Rosie! Just as I was about to speak, he hung up. With that, I blocked him on Natasha's phone too. Allen was out of my life from then on. To my surprise, when I arrived for the audition, Natasha hurried over and said, "Something's wrong. Some idiot leaked an inappropriate video of you!" I grabbed her phone and looked at the so-called inappropriate video. Although Allen and I were engaged, we had never crossed the line. We never even held hands or kissed, let alone do anything else.

I said, my voice now on the verge of breaking. Cian looked down at me, "Look at you. You are a fucking nightmare, you know that? Seriously, I didn't think you had that much hatred in you. I certainly didn't think you'd killed your entire family to get your paws on that heirloom or some power. You're a monster, Ravena. You're greedier than I believed, and a lot more pathetic. You're sick!" He glanced at Lysithea, who mockingly smiled at him, rubbing her fingers on his arm.

Guns. The raven purge has begun.

He stopped right in front of me, towering over me, his presence overwhelming. “Now tell me the truth, Ava,” he said, his voice dropping into a dangerous whisper. “Did you like what you saw?” Damien’s POV She looked like a fucking deer caught in headlights. Ava stood there with her hand still on the doorknob, eyes wide, cheeks flushed deep red, breathing fast like she’d just run a mile. That innocent white sundress suddenly looked obscene on her — the thin fabric clinging to her full breasts, the hem riding up her smooth thighs.

It didn’t take long for a knock to disturb my short-lived peace. “Come in!” I groaned and sat up, leaning on the headboard. A white man in his twenties, right about my age, entered with a suitcase in hand. I know his face. He was that private doctor of Alexander’s in my memories. The perfect resemblance. “Jarris.” “I’m Jerrald Conan, Miss Ravene. A pleasure.” “Oh. My mistake. You resemble someone I know.”

The moment I saw Evelyn, I handed her the plant. "Evelyn... please be quick," I begged her. "I will do my best," she said, before running out of the suite. I walked over to my bed where Rayne was lying down. Her face was so pale, yellowish, and sweaty. She opened her eyes and a small smile was drawn on her lips upon seeing me. I smiled and bent down to kiss her lips. I wrapped my arms around her back and she winced out in pain. I gently lifted her up and took a look at her back, causing my eyes to go wide. Her whole back looked like an infected wound; the werewolf poison made her rot.

“I’ve consorted with no one.” Caleb’s smirk returned, and he reached into the folds of his cloak. “No one?” he repeated mockingly. “Is that so?” With a flourish, he pulled out a stack of papers and tossed them onto the floor in front of me. The top page slid closer, and my stomach twisted as I recognized the image: a modeling photograph of Raven. Caleb gave the pile of papers a nudge with his boot, revealing the rest. More and more photos from her modeling days. Pictures of her in public. Files that contained detailed information about her life, her family, and her business.

Two hours after Valerie woke up, she found herself sitting infront of the vanity while her maids working on her hair and makeup. Usually she would have told them not to bother as she doesn't like to wear makeup. But today she is too numb to open her mouth and tell them to leave her alone. She is wearing a black dress, the colour of the Raven's. She picked this colour for Raphael. She is missing him too much and the pain is unbearable. She is constantly touching the pendant around her neck.

Jayce “Fuck…” I cursed, closing the door of the bathroom, holding my hand to my heart, that is thumbing in my chest as if I were a teenager. Sharing the same space with Rachel was dangerous. I knew it, but didn’t realize that it was going to be that hard. I took some deep trying to calm down my thumping heart, which seemed to be popping out of my chest at any moment now. Rachel was never the type of girl who was shy, she speak what was in her mind, at least when things come to sex. Other than that, she is pretty good at hiding anything else.

Raven was moaning, so Damon and Cael looked at each other. “What’s happening?” Kyra asked. “Raven is acting weird while sleeping,” said Cael. “What do you mean?” Kyra asked. “Well,” Cael stared at Raven. She wore her sleeping wear but kept moaning and kicking her feet. Even her hips lifted in the bed. “She’s being controlled, I guess….” Kyra turned off her phone, then she confronted Tyler. “Confirmed. Raven is Sir Carl’s target. “ Tyler smiled slightly. “Are you ready to fight them?”