Raven Reyes Novels & Stories

Raven "Listen Riley. You wanted me to give you a chance and I did and I am saying that I don't feel anything for you. I never committed to you. We never got physical and I am not emotionally attached to you. You are a good man but I don't have feelings for you." Riley "You are lying." He was shouting and everyone Started looking at us. Raven "Why are you creating a scene here? " Riley "You really care about that? I mean you ditched me." He was talking loudly. Raven "Shut up Riley. Don't create a scene here." But he didn't care. Riley "Listen up everyone. This is Miss Raven Parker. The only child of a successful businessman and industrialist. She has a hobby of ditching boys. Bloody bitch."

Day fifteen It was her fifteenth day in the past. How she’d known? She wasn’t exactly good at keeping up with dates and time. There was a number eleven inscribed on her palm, it wasn’t an obvious place—only an observant person would notice. The number changed daily, reminding Raven of the limited time she had. “Roberto Sánchez is the hottest man alive!” Tessa exclaimed in a Spanish accent. Snapping out of her thoughts, Raven crossed her long legs. The girls were currently watching a movie in perfect rapture, Roselyn was also with them, but she was unusually quiet.

Jacob reassured him confidently. "Half of the men you appointed for this mission are already dead," Raven pointed out skeptically. "I don't trust you, Jacob. Remember, I was the one who revived you. You serve me, and if you fail to deliver what I want, I will not hesitate to kill you." Jacob's eyes flashed with a murderous intent but quickly returned to a calm demeanor. He nodded in acknowledgment. Raven then left the room, and unfortunately, Rick had to move away swiftly to avoid being caught spying on their conversation so that I couldn't get a clear view of Raven's

The second reason Raven would be going is because she has been writing poems in her head a lot especially when she’s going through something so she thought to give it a try. Raven picks a white hoodie and a short knicker from her wardrobe and put a red lip gloss on. Everyone would always compliment her lips because she had full succulent lips. Raven sprays her “berry milky” perfume and “Luisa” body spray . She finally got to school that evening at exactly 3:30 and she’s nervous because a lot of people are registering to recite their poems . She goes to put down her name and sees she’s number 13 “I hope I’m the last “ she says in her mind before her eyes glanced at the name Zendaya as number

Sapphire blushed in embarrassment as whisked the chocolate batter. "I do but I wear normal ones...not the one which once your husband will see you and won't leave till you are pregnant with triplets!" A gush of embarrassment brewed in Sapphire and before she could think anything, the whisk flew out of her hand to hit the shameless Selena ! Selena ditched the the whisk and grinned victoriously. She turned to pick up the the whisk from the floor but was left star struck to find James Ronaldo behind her with the batter spread on his face and shoulders.

"I've heard a lot about you." Maya's heart skipped a beat as the figure stepped forward, its features illuminated by the faint light. It was a woman, with piercing green eyes and jet-black hair. She was dressed in a black leather jacket, and a silver pendant hung around her neck. "I'm Raven," the woman said, her eyes locked on Maya's. "And I'm here to help you take down the agency." Maya's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with questions. Who was Raven? And what did she want from her?

Isla swallowed nervously, looking everywhere but at me. “You can't kill me, you're not a killer. I know you Raven, you don't have the heart for it, you're too soft to do that.” She stammered out. “Wrong, that's where you're wrong, Isla. The Raven you once knew is dead, the Raven standing before you is her rebirth, a stronger and crueler version of her.” I sneered at her. “Set up the camera.” I said. “On it.” Dale responded.

Tracy suddenly flash back to Raven. T.B.C

Raven Torres was still fighting. Two days in this shithole and she hadn’t broken yet. The other girls kept their heads down, but not her. Tattoos covering her arms and ribs, pierced nipples hard against the thin gray tank top they made her wear, short black hair messy from struggling. She was an activist, an influencer who used to call out bastards like Julian Cross online. Now she was locked in his yard with the rest of the trainees. Today they had them doing “obedience drills” in the open concrete yard. Crawling, kneeling, repeating shit like “I am property.” Raven lasted about ten minutes before she snapped.

My hands fly to my neck as I struggle to breathe. Fuck. It was a dream. And I finally understand why Adrian Raven is strange. Why this place feels strange. Adrian Raven is a werewolf. And I’m trapped in his world. ***