Ravyn Lenae Novels & Stories

No one else was paying attention. “What’s your name?” the tall one asked. “Sienna.” “I’m Raven.” Her thumb stroked the bare skin above my waistband. “These two are Lila and Quinn. We’ve been watching you dance for the last twenty minutes. You keep pressing your thighs together like you’re already wet.” Heat rushed up my neck. She was right. The bass had been vibrating straight through me and I had been half-lost in it, grinding absently against nothing. Lila’s hand slid higher under my skirt, fingertips brushing the edge of my underwear. “She is wet,” she murmured to Raven, almost amused. “I can feel the heat.”

I instantly liked her face, it was petite and the round eyeglasses fit her face perfectly just like the smile she adorned. “Welcome,” I replied her, matching her smile. “Let's start from a clean slate, shall we.” I narrowed my eyes at her. She chuckled, “My name is Raven, I am from the Midnight Hunters pack, and I am the alpha's daughter. I am a creative writer and a poet.” She stretched forth her right hand for a shake. I took the small hands in mine, 'like her hands are any smaller than yours,’ my mind mocked me. I paid no attention to it. “My name is Ariel and there is nothing much about me. I am Elijah's mate as you must know already.” I shook her hand firmly.

Her words, though polished, were meant to strip Lena bare before the gathered nobles—reminding them of her so-called betrayals, stoking once more the fires of resentment. "But never mind," Ravena said sweetly. "I do not carry grudges, ex-Luna. I have made an oath, and I shall honour it. I will cherish the vows I have pledged to my husband." It was bait. All of it. A performance crafted to incite jealousy or shame. Yet what Ravena could not see—what no one could—was the joy stirring within Lena’s chest. Real, unshaken joy. The title, the man, the place—none of it was hers, and she felt no loss.

Characters: Name: Helena Lynch (Lena) Stage Name: Raven Age: 27 Occupation: Stripper (under coercion) Current Situation: Trapped in a toxic strip club environment, manipulated by her controlling “boyfriend” and drug dependency. Appearance: • Slim build, sharp cheekbones, and pale skin that looks even starker under the club lights; 5’0” tall. • Jet-black hair with messy bangs she sometimes cuts herself. • Dark, tired eyes with heavy eyeliner—a mask of confidence, though the sadness still bleeds through.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

Ravenna rushed into the boutique, her heart racing with anticipation. She had less than two hours before her date with Rylan, and everything needed to be perfect. "Welcome back, Ms. Thorn," the stylist greeted her warmly. "Are you ready for your transformation?" Ravenna nodded, a determined glint in her eye. "Absolutely. Let's make this unforgettable."

what's up. Raven; I'm baking right now, can I call you later. in a bit love Caleb; okay . I'll call you in a bit or I'll come over. Raven switches off her phone and continues baking. she is baking Vanilla cake and is still considering whether to add a red velvet as red velvet is her mums favourite. Raven bakes one more than and finally goes to watch awae. Raven is not a big fan of binge watching but she completely fell in love with awae. she remembers almost immediately that she has to text Jane . She quickly goes to her I*******m and sees a couple of messages from Jane009

GROUP A: LENA VALE NOAH REED TESS LORNE ELARA VOSS KAI STORM GROUP B: RIVEN CROSS MIRA QUINN JAX HOLLOW ZANE KORR Lena’s eyes widened. “No.” Tess instantly grabbed Lena. “No.” Kai looked stunned. “Well that feels suspicious.” Noah looked at Riven. Then looked very relieved. “Oh thank God.” Lena turned sharply. “That’s your reaction?” “Yes.” Riven’s gaze locked onto hers. And stayed there. Everything else disappeared for one second. The screams. The shaking buildings. The collapsing roads. Just him. His jaw tightened. Like he wanted to say something.

I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but as long as I'm not looking back to match Rylan's scrutinising gaze, I'm fine. "You know, I would like to meet the Moon Goddess eventually." "She goes by Millicent." "That's useless to know if I never actually meet her," I retort, deciding that the only thing in the fridge I might like is an apple. I pull it out and turn around, facing Rylan. His arms are still over his chest, his gaze heavy with irritation. I take a bite, noticing how he wasn't going to reply as I continue, "Where's Kaden?"

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.