Raven Season 3 Love Is Blind Novels & Stories

I asked. Luka nodded. “Temporary mark. Broken. She didn’t reject him, he broke her first. After he got her sister pregnant.” That made me pause. “She’s pregnant?” I asked flatly. “Eight weeks,” Luka confirmed. I leaned back in my chair, the pieces falling into place faster than I liked. Raven.... Turns out, she wasn’t hiding a damn thing. She was surviving. And River had a perfectly good mate and still went for her sister?

"It is sad that you can’t see what a bad choice you’re making." Raven’s expression softened for a moment, but her words were pointed. "It is sad that you only want to marry for power and not for love." Raven glanced at Damien, noting the way his gaze was locked on Victor with hooded eyes, a silent promise of violence hanging in the air. He was listening to her, but she knew he was also ready to pounce if Victor so much as made a move.

One wrong move, and the only person who had ever truly loved her would be gone. "The ceremony is starting. Smile, Kendra," Elaine sneered, before turning on her heel and sweeping out of the room. Left alone, Avery let out a long, shaky breath, staring at her shrouded reflection. Just get through the ceremony, she told herself, trying to steady her racing pulse. He’s blind. He won’t be able to see the difference between my face and Kendra's. We just must survive in the same house. I can do this. Ten minutes later, the heavy oak doors of the grand cathedral swung open.

*** Hyacinth *** The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a serene ambiance in our bedroom. Raven’s arms were wrapped around me, his warmth seeping into my skin as we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our love. His fingers traced lazy patterns on my arm, and I couldn’t help but smile, feeling utterly cherished. Raven made me feel like the most important person in the world, like nothing else mattered when we were together. His love was my sanctuary, a place where I could be completely myself, vulnerable and unguarded.

My eyes followed her and the unexpected happened. Nova burst into a loud wail. Raven stopped moving and snapped her head in our direction. I knew what this evil Nova was trying to do. She was such a drama queen. "Vlad, I love you. Okay, why can't you just get that straight into your head? My sister is never going to want you." I decided to play along because Raven was staring at us. "Well then, if she doesn't want me, let her tell me herself. You really should keep your voice down because you're causing a scene."

Raven said, sounding a bit nerved up herself. “What whole thing?” I asked. “You know the Blood Moons?” “How could I forget?” I responded, my hands shaking so badly I had to sit back and put them on my lap. Here it comes. “Father hates them,” I said as the sun beat into one of my eyes, causing me to squint. “Yes, well, that’s all about to change,” Raven said, and I expected a glum look on her face. But instead, she glowed. Her cheeks turning pink. “I’m engaged to be married to Blake.”

This is who Love is, someone who thinks about others, someone who tries to make a difference without needing recognition. “That’s a wonderful idea. You’re very thoughtful, Love.” Mom says as she looks at me, catching my eyes as they stare at Love. There’s something in her eyes, a silent question that makes me feel like I’ve been caught in the act, though I’m not even sure what I’ve done. "His name is Marley, and he is trained to help blind people. With his help, Sebastian will be more comfortable walking around not just the house but the outdoors as well."

"They're so beautiful.“ "Thank you, no one has ever called my eyes beautiful before," He muttered, his expression bittersweet. I creased my brow, feigning shock. "Oh no, everyone else you've met were blind too?" "I guess so." He giggled, melting my heart, then he paused, staring so deep into my eyes that I could see the blue of my irises reflecting in his. "Rhea, now that you're not blind anymore, are you going to leave me?"

But it didn’t matter, because Eli wasn’t waiting for me. “We’re fucking werewolves, Tate,” he said, half crying, half laughing. “Real ones. And you’re just another human for him to ruin.” The silence after that hit like a bullet. I didn’t turn around. I didn’t want to see it. Didn’t want to see the look I’d been dreading since the first night I touched him. But I could feel it—the way the air shifted, the faint tremor in his breath, the scent of fear bleeding through like smoke.