Raven Celine Exposed Novels & Stories

Some were taken from popular ‘Casts, digital articles, and public profiles. Some were videos that were in popular circulation, like random fan run-ins on Helios, or second-party EyeCast footage from people involved in the Ravens’ contracts. Others were outright paparazzi-like and intrusive. They were often images of the Ravens living their lives - while out walking or shopping or eating or partying. As they gained in popularity, they also lost a great deal of their privacy. But that wasn’t the worst of the images on some of these screens. Some were clearly taken surreptitiously and without the Ravens’ knowledge. They were often shot from the shadows, or taken from surveillance-type drones, o

We walked with our heads high, moving directly toward the enemy command post where General Thorne stood watching us with an expression of pure shock. We stopped about twenty meters away. Close enough to see every detail of his face. Close enough for him to see us clearly. “General Thorne!” I called out. My voice carried loud and clear across the silent battlefield. Amplified by the small device clipped to my collar. “I am Raven Villareal. And this is my husband, Theron Calder. You wanted to meet us. You wanted to speak to us. Here we are.” Thorne stared at us. He recovered quickly from his surprise. He walked forward slowly, leaving his guards behind, stopping just ten meters away.

The video was spreading like wildfire. Damien stayed buried inside her, slowly rocking as he stroked her hair. “They can leak everything,” he whispered against her lips. “I’m never letting you go. We’re past hiding now, babygirl.” Raven trembled beneath him, still crying softly, but her legs wrapped tighter around his waist. Her phone buzzed from across the room the blackmailer again. Unknown Number: “Partial leak was just the warning shot. Full uncut videos drop in 24 hours unless you wire

Because the blood of the Branson family flowed through her veins—the blood of cold-blooded businesspeople she had abandoned ten years ago for this bastard. Instead of breaking down in hysterical tears, Ravelle took a deep breath. Her trembling hands gradually became steady. She raised her phone, turned off the flash, then took three photographs and one ten-second video with Kyle and Jessica’s faces clearly visible. ‘Evidence,’ thought her suddenly numb mind, which was nevertheless operating with terrifying efficiency. ‘Never step onto a battlefield without a weapon.’ After that, she turned around. With calm yet icy steps, she walked back into the corridor, threw the red velvet cake into a tr

Soon I hear the sounds coming from it - very noisy gun shots, bomb explosions and shouts which are too exaggerated and unnecessary. I lie down and pull a pillow over my head. Before my eyes is a wallpaper of a popular musician. He is posed around a car without shirt and three women wearing just bras and panties. I don't know who started it but it was hard now to see a musician posed without nude women. In Kent's room, he too had a wallpaper of a rapper covering every corner of his room. I have never understood the reasoning behind these wallpapers used to decorate a room like the drawing of Einstein. It seems to be a foolish attempt to idolize these men.

She just hasn’t figured out how yet. And now, I’m just as interested in that idea Raven wasn’t too open about her plan. She had whispered it in my ear in passing, and scolded me when I tried to ask her any more. And escape sounds enticing. Rousing. Nothing on Ren’s isle appeals to me, aside for the money, which Raven conspires is a lot. If we figured out a way, I could be out in a year's time, finding sanctuary in another Pack. Maybe the Love Pack. I’ve never seen snow in real life. We simply get bathed in ice every once and awhile.

they cried, bombarding him with inquiries as if it were a major news event. Tristan, unfazed, calmly manoeuvred through the reporters, heading to the other side of the car to open the door for Raven. Seated in the car, Raven watched as he leaned down, offering his hand with a subtle touch that eased her nervousness. She took a deep breath, grasping his hand as she prepared to face the sea of onlookers. Once out of the car, an immediate hush enveloped the surroundings. It wasn't surprising; everyone knew Alpha Tristan never brought a plus one, let alone a woman, to such events. The flashes of light erupted, capturing them in a frenzy of photographs that made Raven tense.

Raven didn't look at him as Terrance was looking at her when Raven opened the door and windows to the meeting room. When she was done with what she had to do in the living room, Raven went to the meeting room. Raven knows she would see something she didn't think she will. When Raven went inside, she saw underwear placed on top of the table. She hurriedly took a photo like a selfie so the viewer of the CCTV wouldn't find it suspicious. Raven posted on different angles, and when she was done, she took the underwear that was on top of the table and placed it on the trashcan. Raven felt disgusted but managed to finish the task.