Raven X Robin Novels & Stories

“Bring the Black Coast shipment codes, the account access, and every fucking file you stole.” A sob caught painfully in my throat. What the hell were they talking about? “I swear I don’t know anything,” I whispered desperately. “I don’t even know who Ravens is.” One of the men barked out a laugh. “Damn. She really clueless.” “Not our fucking problem,” another muttered. The gun pressed harder into my skin and my breathing immediately turned shaky again. “You hear that, Ravens?” the man said into the phone. “Fourteen hours before we paint the floor with her brains.”

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?

Sazon was watching the yard from the back door and no one said a word to either of them. Mikial got busy and made a fresh pot of coffee. Pepper went to sit next to Raven. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked her. Raven shrugged. “I’ll be okay. I really don’t have a choice, do I?” “He does love you, you know that right?” Sazon asked while looking out into the backyard. “I thought he did,” Raven said softly. Mikial brought two cups of coffee over to the table and touched Raven’s shoulder lightly. Setting one down in front of Pepper, he took the other one over to Sazon. Handing the other man the cup, he went back to the counter and poured himself some.

“It’s not about inflicting pain for me, it’s about control, meeting his needs to be dominated, and having his complete trust. That there is pain involved, is Shadow’s choice. You might just like to be controlled Raven, and that is fine. This is about discovering what you want, what makes you free.” “Humiliation and respect, freedom and controlled,” Raven pointed out. She laughed. “So, let’s start gentle. A tickler,” she withdrew from the drawers something that looked like a small feather duster. “And a wartenberg wheel, and, of course, ice.” She retrieved a glass of ice that she had placed in the shelves.

Rowen says. “Ma! Pop! You’re here. Please tell us you’ve got a plan to deal with that crazy-ass bitch out there!” he adds, wide-eyed. Looking out the window, I see a blood-red sky and hear the unearthly howls of fury echoing across the realm. The fear that’s been scratching at me since we began this journey finally sinks its claws in. Then I’m swept into familiar arms. The scent of oak, nutmeg, and leather floods my senses. Xander.

When I was having lunch, Xavier informed me that she was in detention near the staff quarters, picking up dirt. I dumped my food and began walking away. "Hey, aren't you going to finish your food?" Xavier asked with concern in his tone. I ignored him and walked through the empty school premises, catching sight of Raven in the distance. She was holding a rake and wearing hand gloves. "Raven," I called, and she lifted her face, turning to face me. The harsh sun made my skin prickle in disgust, but I had to endure it for her sake. "How are you the one getting punished while Nova isn't?"

RAVEN When I got to Selene’s room, the noise hit me before I even opened the door. It was the kind of loud, careless chatter that made your skin crawl if you weren't one of them. I pushed the door open, already grinding my teeth as the sound grew louder, three of her so-called friends sprawled around like they owned the place, laughing like animals, screeching over each other’s voices. They barely acknowledged me, which was expected. I was Raven—the quiet one, the distant one, the one who always had the snacks, always came when called. A good little errand girl. And they thought that was all I was.

Raven The day I realized that my assistant Dani was copying my entire life on social media, I couldn’t have been more disgusted. My name is Raven. I am a werewolf model, and a perfume brand entrepreneur. Dani was not just my assistant, but also my best friend—which was a rare thing in the world of fame and riches. Or so I thought. But when I saw those pictures on her I*******m… When I saw her holding my stuff that had gone missing, posing with my designer bags and clothes and even my fucking laptop like she had bought it all herself…

he whispered, but Selina could still hear it. Raven muttered a quiet curse, something Selina rarely heard. He shot the man a warning look, and the man quickly nodded before turning his gaze back to her. Selina looked confused, and Raven explained. “This is Rowan, my best friend. He’s here to help us,” Raven said, then gave his friend another warning glance. “Rowan, this is Selina. She’s my friend.” “Hi,” Selina said politely. Rowan shook her hand, then exchanged a private look with Raven, full of unspoken jokes or secrets that Selina couldn’t decipher.

Raven sounded a little confused, and still looked embarrassed. Heather put her book on the table and pushed it in front of Raven. There was a small picture on the front, just like most of Raven's Braille books. The picture looked like a little blonde girl wearing a homemade Superman -- Supergirl, I suppose -- costume. The title was Robin's Great Adventures. At the bottom of the picture I could barely make out the words "A story by", then in larger letters "Raven Tipton".