Raven Celine Exposed Novels & Stories

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

No am not; Isabella replied Tell me the truth mummy "Did dad get you angry? Or is me that make you angry Celine asked. Am not angry at you, am only angry at Dad nonchalance attitude.isabella replied She couldn't suppress her smile as angry as she was because of Celine Please don't be angry,she said this touching her mummy face. Silly girl, Isabella smiles Let go home now,i will bake your favourite chocolate cake for you.she increase the speed of her drive CELINE was very excited hearing this,she so much love chocolate cake, she's screaming as Isabella increased the speed of her drive,she love driving and flaunting her new drive. They arrived home and met Steve inside the parlor watching new

He continued to bellow as he glowered at us both. “And I agree my love”. Addison cooed, taking hold of his hand to manipulate him onto her side. “It had to be someone that never cared for this pack, which I believe could only be one person!”. She chimed as she kept her focus on Caleb. “Raven is a troublemaker, and it all started with Estelle! I know she can’t be trusted, she needs to be arrested!”. She moaned on again.

I stated every word clearly. "Raven , he is protected by twenty professional guards . Nobody. Not even his own family could be around him without his guards . This snake doesn't trust anyone . If you want to attack him you need to do it using your brain . " he justified. I sighed in frustration . Biting down my lips harshly. This sly fox . I wish I could just rip off his throat right now . "Okay . What do you get ?" I asked. "This ." He said, handing me another file .

“It’s starting to look like a proper pack out there,” I can’t hide my smile when I hear Raven’s voice from behind me. “Raven,” I gasp, turning to see her standing in the doorway of my room with Roan in her arms. “Lily, you look so beautiful,” Raven smiles, despite looking exhausted and run down from what I would guess is a lack of sleep. I blush standing in front of her, wearing a lavender white ombre A-line floor length gown with a large slit up to my thigh on one side.

Kael was standing outside the bar just off Main, laughing with someone. Riven stood still on the sidewalk, breath catching like he’d been slapped. The man next to Kael was tall, tan, and tattooed, with a cocky smile and a backwards hat. He leaned into Kael too easily, touched his shoulder like it meant something. And Kael didn’t pull away. Jealousy wasn’t something Riven liked admitting to. But it bloomed inside him anyway, slow and sour like poison spreading in his chest. He tightened his grip on the envelope in his hands — the one holding all the photos and old evidence he’d found.

Felix spoke into his mic immediately. “She’s here.” ***** As soon as Caramel realized she’d been spotted, she bolted out the back of the chapel and into an old, abandoned building behind the Chapel . Karl stormed in moments later, flanked by Felix and three guards. His voice echoed through the space. “Don’t run, Caramel. It’s over.” She turned slowly. No longer hidden behind wigs, contacts, or borrowed clothes, Caramel faced him. Her face — nearly identical to Isabella’s — was streaked with tears and defiance.

She stared at me like she didn’t know who I was anymore. But I knew. I was Raven. And I’d just seen the beginning of the end. I knocked once before pushing Selene’s door open, the tray of delicately arranged pastries balanced in one hand. “Hope you’re hungry,” I murmured with a smile, stepping inside and letting the door click shut behind me. The scent of wildberries and warm sugar floated up from the small stack of shortbread cookies and honey-glazed puff pastries, each one carefully laced with just enough wolfsbane to start dulling her senses, bite by bite.