Raven Smile Novels & Stories

Alex growls beside me. Raven's eyes gleam with malice as she tilts her head slightly, her lips curling into a slow, predatory smile. "Ah, Alpha-heir," she purrs, her voice dripping with sickly sweetness. "It sure is good to see you again. A shame my men couldn't bring you to me earlier. We would have had one hell of a time.” She tssks, her eyes moving over Alex's form as if appraising a prize, a sickening smile curving at her lips before meeting his gaze again.

Raven looked up at him, her frown completely vanishing as she smiled brightly at him too. Darian sat down on the edge of the sofa, running a hand gently through her tangled hair. "Good morning. How do you feel today?" "Great!" Raven said, her energy suddenly spiking as she sat up fast, pulling the blanket securely up to her chest. "It's my birthday! I have honestly never been more excited to celebrate a birthday in my entire life." I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, leaning over to kiss her bare shoulder. "Happy birthday, little mate."

Ave clenched her jaw and walked faster. Just when she thought she’d escape unnoticed— “Hey, Imani!” She turned. Raven stood with two of her friends near the lockers, holding up her phone. “You make cute drama bait,” Raven said sweetly. “Didn’t think the ice queen had a heart.” Ave kept her expression blank. “Jealous?” “Of what? Your pity project? I handed you that drone because I knew you’d choke on it.” “Sorry to disappoint.” “Oh, not disappointed. Entertained.” Raven flipped her hair. “Though if you want tips on how to flirt on camera, I do charge hourly.”

Sabine simply took a long swallow of what remained in her glass, daring him to escalate. A smooth, cold voice slid in from behind her. "Making friends already?" Sabine turned. Raven stood there in that sleek black dress, her mask tilted just enough to reveal a sharp little smile. Polished, dangerous, and just a little amused. Sabine's first instinct was to sneer, but the shared irritation glittering in Raven's eyes made her pause. "I don't do new friends," Sabine said. "Hell, I don't do friends, period. Especially not tonight."

She shot a quick look of pure, unadulterated hatred toward my face before turning her head to smile sweetly and respectfully at Stone’s mother. “Thank you so much for bringing me back home where I belong, Mrs. Callahan,” Raven said smoothly, her smoky voice sounding incredibly smug. “I knew you would understand the truth of the situation. This motorcycle club desperately needs real, deep loyalty to survive the coming highway wars. Not… whatever this pathetic joke is.”

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

I whispered, "And we are going to tear his empire down to ash." Raven stared at me, and for the first time all evening, a slow, grim smile touched the corners of his mouth, not a smile of joy, but the lethal grin of a predator who had finally cornered his prey. He lifted his hands, his warm, calloused palms framing my face. His thumbs brushed gently over my cheeks, wiping away the lingering traces of tears.

Jasmine had good physical abilities, but despite being the women's sprinting champion at her university, her speed was insignificant for Savant Grandmasters like Raven. Within minutes, he cornered her on an overpass. Jasmine backed up against the railing. She glared at the lewd look in his eyes with disgust and warned, "Don't come any closer! I'm Jasmine Smith from Centropolis! If anything happens to me, my family will hunt you down to every corner of the planet." Raven smiled sinisterly and said, "Well, your family can do that, but dead people don't talk. Once you're both gone, who's going to stop us?"

Raven pushes him back and they run out, my body relaxes, and she can fight for herself. “Raven!” I look at Ava as she complains, Raven spins on the table to face her. “Don’t, he deserved more, I didn’t hit him.” She isn’t wrong. She jumps from the table and continues to dance, and I see Ava smiling and relaxing again. Raven stands on the bar dancing, slowly unfastening her top. She’s wild, I move and adjust my jeans. I watch the song finish and she jumps down and hugging Ava. We’re silent, it’s a new person in the city, and by the sounds of it, she’s staying.

I managed to ask, although the words came out so quietly that I wasn’t sure they’d heard me. The tallest man tilted his head, studying me for a moment before a small smile touched his mouth. There was something strange about the way he looked at me. It wasn’t the cold stare I’d expected from someone who had just walked into a warehouse and killed half the men inside it. His eyes seemed almost hungry, as though he’d been waiting to see me for a very long time. “The Ravens.” My stomach dropped. Ravens. I remembered the word immediately. The men who had kidnapped me had said it while they were filming me, but I hadn’t understood what they meant. I’d assumed it was the name of whoever they were