Raving Fans Audiobook Novels & Stories

I mention, watching Embry carefully crawl onto the bed, laying his head over Jonathan’s hand on Raven’s navel. “I haven’t seen your lycan yet, you’re beautiful,” Raven stares at him in awe, as his giant sized lycan curls up around her, doing his best to avoid crushing her. I chuckle a little, feeling how happy and proud both Embry and Ash feel at Raven’s compliment. “I felt Raven waking up, and right now I want my mates,” Embry links all of us, when Raven mindlessly runs her fingers over his ears and through his soft fur.

Ma’am… ma’am.” The voice keeps poking at the edges of my dream, irritating and sharp—completely out of place because I’m busy imagining Tairan, my new fictional obsession, doing absolutely unholy things to me in a forest made of neon lights and by unholy I mean burning my palms with melting wax and using the fire to melt it again after it solidifies, yeah he's the psycho in my book that I'm in love with. But back to the topic. No one calls him “ma’am,” so obviously something is wrong in this universe.

It was too vivid, too real to dismiss. It pleasured me against my will, forcing a release that left me shaking and hollowed out. No amount of silver, no holy scripture, could stop it. I’m tired. I’ve tried everything, yet I can’t escape this life. I am a monster.” --- Clap! The sound of a sharp clap echoed through the room as the book slammed shut. The figure holding the book lingered for a moment. It then used his fingers to trace over the worn leather cover and the grooves of the embossed initials: R.H.—Raven’s diary.

“For the love of the Goddess, spare my ears until we get to Forest Hills.” “How dare you insult my favorite rock band, you orchestral-loving freak. Let’s see what else you’ve got on the USB,” Grayson muttered, as he began flicking through the albums on the digital display screen. “Crap, crap, and more classical crap. Oh, what is this? Enya’s greatest hits.” He chortled, surprised by his findings. Lucas chuckled quietly. Mason looked visibly uncomfortable as if he expected them to fight. Alex stared ahead, stony-faced, choosing to rise above the teasing.

“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.”

I blush while looking over at Raven who approaches me with a few books in hand. “What did you find?” I question while holding up a pair of shorts checking if they will fit. I smiled when I see Rebecca grabbing tank tops in colors, she knows I love. “I found a couple pregnancy books that look good, and I found this one of Viking stories it reminds me of Vaari,” Raven answers while showing me the books and I smile remembering Mummo Adaline and Vaari Jyrki always reading us stories. “They look good, thank you,” I smile while grabbing the story book and open it seeing that it looks like Mummo’s book or at least the illustrations do.

Chapter 1 The first alpha blond, with blue eyes, kneels between my thighs, his broad shoulders pinning my legs open. His breath is hot against my bare pussy, and his lips part as his tongue flicks out, slow and deliberate, tracing the outline of my clit. The sensation sends a jolt through me as my back lifts off the mattress. "Fuck," I whimper, my fingers tangling in the sheets, my thighs trembling. "Fuck, Raven," the first alpha growls, "you taste so damn good." His words send another wave of heat through me, and my hips rock upward, seeking more.