Ravi Ross Novels & Stories

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed, watching the lawyer squirm under my gaze. Richie Rossi was an aging defense attorney, his graying hair and tired eyes making it clear he’d seen enough cases to know when he was sitting in a dangerous conversation. And right now? He knew exactly what this was. I specifically handpicked him to defend Alfredo as I made sure other good lawyers didn’t take his case yet he’s trying to squirm out of my grip even in the prison!

He didn’t want to miss it. Ross promised his grandfather he would be there no matter what. You see, his grandfather is not just his grandfather. He is also his mentor, ally, and friend. He was one of the few people in the family he respected and listened to. He’s been Ross’s alliance against his parents for as long as he can remember. He’s helped his grandson out of many tight spots. And so, Ross can't let him down on his special day.

[Flashback] One day, while we were playing with shells and pearls and chatting nonstop inside the secret room, we suddenly overheard his father's voice. We had no choice but to keep quiet and listen to their meeting. We were both stunned upon hearing the agenda of their meeting. It was an emergency regarding an attack, which they had been planning for a long time—his father, Iravan, the ruler of the ocean, whose ranking was just below my father, was planning an attack on him.

No one needs to know I'm having a self appraisal concert presently going on in my head. At that point, we both didn't care who was watching or who wasn't. We both stood ready for verbal battle until the interrupting Ross stepped in and did what he knows how to do best. "We've been expecting you, i'm Ross Davis. Right this way please." Ross announced in a very formal voice and with his brief announcement, they followed after him. After a cold look at me, Mr Rude Stranger followed after Ross and so did the few others that obviously came in with him.

I extended a hand to him, and shaking my hand, he smirked at me, watching as Natasha took a step back. “Alpha Nathan Kozlov. You really are a man of business. I can see that your place seems to bring in more people with each passing day” he said, looking at Natasha who bit her bottom lip as she smiled. I knew that it disgusted her to act this way, but she also knew her job and duty well, and it was one of the main reasons why she was the ONLY one qualified for this job and no one else.

they asked in unison. "Is The Boss some kind of a gold VIP?" Linda asked. "But I never make any reservations for him at Cain's, nor am I aware if he frequents that place." "Or is he a friend of the owner’s?" Rocco made a better guess. Rhonda smiled smugly, "That was close, Rocco. Only that he IS the owner of Cain's—well, one of the two owners. Damian wasn't sure if he was a majority, or equal shareholder. The other owner was a client of his from years back.

Cassius fucking Riven belongs to Alessia fucking Rossi, and no one else! THE END.

Stella smiled victoriously, like a predator that had just made its kill. "Oh, you didn't know?" she said, feigning surprise as she covered her mouth. "Ms. Ross is the founder of an investment consulting firm in Los Angeles. I hear business is booming." Enzo's eyes went bloodshot. He turned to me, the rage simmering in their depths volcanic. "Vivian… is this true?"