Novel & Cerita Raven Without Hood

He spoke quietly. It seemed that, unlike Arden, he knew how to keep his anger on a leash. Yet my heart raced wildly against my chest because of what I heard. If this involved my mother and me, did that mean these people had a hidden motive? or Mr. Ravenchi?

Raven reached for a pack of cigarettes and held out the packet for Elena. She shook her head. “I don't smoke.” “Yet…” Raven added. Silently, Elena watched Raven place the stick of cigarette between her lips and light an end on fire. Raven didn't look like most of the girls back home. Dark purple hair that shimmered faintly under the light, tanned skin, face piercings and a tattoo sleeve. Raven blew out a puff of smoke. “So what're you in here for? You know majority of the people who join in are homeless people who've got no place to go.” She eyed Elena briefly. “You don't exactly look like you've been homeless.”

I should want to leave. But when he placed my hand on his chest, I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to feel how human he wasn’t. The next morning, Raven woke to a package at her hotel door. Inside: a tailored black blazer. Silk lining. Sharp lapels. Her initials monogrammed inside. And a note: Wear this. You represent me now. —J.M. The collar was still in the drawer beside her bed. She hadn’t worn it again. But today, as she dressed, she looked at both, the blazer and the collar, and realized something terrifying.

Someone had come in straight from the rain, and they hadn’t wasted time. The first man appeared in the faint spill of moonlight from the window. Black clothes, no insignia, face covered by a half-mask. His steps were careful but fast, his hand close to the weapon at his hip. Raven was on him before he could clear the holster. Her blade caught the moonlight for a heartbeat, then disappeared into his side. She didn’t kill him not yet. The man went down with a muffled grunt, his body jerking as she wrenched the weapon from his grip.

And as the past had taught them, treading cautiously was paramount, lest they lose their way. Raven, the enigma at the center of the twins' whirlwind of emotions, stood before Shade. As he poured out his heart, trying to bridge the gap of understanding, he closely observed her reactions. However, what he saw was not the solace or comprehension he so deeply yearned for. Instead, the transformation in Raven was undeniable and disconcerting. Her eyes, usually akin to pools of clear, vibrant water, now bore the appearance of a guarded fortress. The expressive windows to her soul, which previously reflected warmth and compassion, now mirrored restraint and caution.

Warning: This chapter involves some wild actions which might not be suitable to very young minds. Read at your own risk. **** Wednesday night was cool with a satisfying atmosphere. It was the perfect night for dying in your sleep. Raven was hooded, wearing a long and thick black robe that hid his body features. He was walking majestically without any company, with a smile of success on his face. He had killed the second of his ten remaining step-siblings yesterday—practically driven up to her shabby house in a small California village and killed her peacefully.

His heart raced as he turned to Carter, a flicker of hope lighting up his face. "Where is he?!" Raven demanded, his voice trembling with urgency. "Outside. By my car," Carter replied. Without wasting a second, Ravena bolted out of the room. Outside, a man stood leaning against Carter’s car, dressed in a black hoodie with a face mask concealing most of his face. Raven stormed up to him, grabbing him by the neck. "Where is she?!" Raven shouted, his grip tightening as he lifted the man off the ground. The stranger tapped at Raven's hand, his breaths turning into panicked gasps.

"Not much longer, brother. The time is drawing very near for us to strike. We just have to be patient for the perfect time. He's getting weak. News have gone around that there is a new person in charge of their underworld affairs. A lady who goes by the name of Raven. That is their weak link and our chance at a perfect strike. "We just need to lay our hands on this Raven. Once we have her, we'll have Dylan Cross at our fingertips and then we will finally back able to crush 7 Daggers once and forever" the hooded man said with vigor. "How do we get our hands on this Raven?" another man asked from within them.

Thirty minutes later Raven was dress and ready to go, a slim black dress and underneath was black lace bra and panties. Oliver stated it only needed to be simple, asking her a million times if she was ready. He also had a collar and leash for her to wear when they get there. As Raven waited for him to change she sent Trevor a message, -Headed to the VIP room. I’ll text if I find out anything. If this lead doesn’t work, we’ll check out the warehouse afterwards-