Ravi Ross Novels & Stories

A male voice spoke and I frown in confusion. “May I know who is this speaking?” “James. James Russo. I guess it’s not that easy to forget me.” His cocky tone made me roll my eyes. “Ha! You. Great, I thought I could have a night but okay. Call me as you arrive.” I said rolling my eyes. “Okay.” With that he cut the call.

Ravan: Greek god like body and sharp facial features , anybody would mistake him for being a super model however he is a killing machine, he is ruthless, brutal, cold and heartless who shows no mercy on his prey, he makes them suffer before killing them in deadliest way possible, Ravan Works for the only mafia in India Shabbir Shaikh, who solely owns whole underworld of India, Ravan runs every illegal bushiness of shabbir from extortion, Drugs smuggling, human trafficking , international smuggling to even KILLING , Every gangster wets their pants just hearing Ravan’s name, Every politician is under his command, police fears to even lodge an complaints against him, Media avoid every news rel

But she had done nothing to earn it. Unlike Ravina. Ravina had never cared about power. She had never needed to prove herself through manipulation or empty words. She had been a warrior, a protector, a leader in her own right. And I had thrown her away for this. My hands clenched into fists under the table. I was a fool. I turned back to the elders. “The mating ceremony is postponed.” A heavy silence fell over the room. Amira sprang up from her chair. "You can't do this!" She was shrill, frantic. "Do you know how this is going to make me look?"

Holding on tightly to one another, we fled in search of raven's brother's car parked on the curb and then threw ourselves inside. As I waited for the engine to warm, a knock sounded on the back window. At first, I thought it might have been Deshawn but was proved wrong when Raven snapped her head around to take a look. Ross Rivera, looking as shit-faced as you could get, flopped inside the car. His dark brown hair stuck up in all sorts of directions and a rosy red had blossomed at the apples of his tanned cheeks. He stuck his head through the gap between the two front seats and directed a boyish grin my way.

Reid said and she was listening to him attentively, taking all the information in slowly. "S..so why attack Rasmus?" She asked cluelessly. "Because he is the one of the Alpha from the Moon pack," Ried said with furrowed brows as if he couldn't believe she didn't know that, and Catherine was kind of shocked by this new knowledge. Rasmus was the strongest werewolf in his pack. An Alpha. Her Alpha. "What do you mean by one of the Alpha?" She asked. And she could tell Reid was getting annoyed with her.

I asked. "RR Enterprise. Stands for Ross Rowling. That's the name of his empire. Ross. The man produces many things: cars, various equipment, and even guns." Corby smirked at the last part. "Rumor has it that his dad was an Italian mobster, but we don't know how true that is."

Session going to held at 9:00am everyone reached in advance to welcome their new president and vice president, they still held their hope in Gatlin, a person as excellent as Gatlin everyone wants him. At 8:30am Adair reached with his assistance, his name is Ross, Ross followed Adair from army to politics, he is one of his trusted people.

Dear Readers, I wanted to notify you that my pen name has been changed to Briar Rose. I also wanted to apologise to each and every one of you for the lack of updates on my end. I should have apologised to you earlier but I didn't and should have at least left an explanation, but now I am back and I am so sorry for the delay. I will be writing more often and can expect to finish this book soon and hopefully move on to better projects. I would be so honoured to interact with all of you on there! 🖤✨ Love, Briar Rose

I was just asking him if he's a priest and he retorted by asking me if I'm a prostitute. "I'm sorry but I'm a little bit lost here, what are you talking about?" I asked the man. "You wouldn't believe it but I just made $1000 for one client only. There's a weird priest inside that Abbey, he's willing to pay you money if you play along with his fetish. At first, I thought the priest was gay and he wants to have sex with me but then he just asked me to wear this ugly black cassock, he then cut my palm using his fucking teeth and sip my blood like he was so thirsty. I know it's fucking weird but I don't care anymore as long as I'm getting paid with it." The man told me and I don't know why but t

“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.”