Ravyn Lenae Novels & Stories

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

“I’ll be back tonight.” She drove straight to Lana’s private studio, her sore pussy still throbbing from Damien’s brutal morning pounding. The ache between her legs mixed with guilt and unwanted arousal. Jake’s sweet goodbye kiss still burned on her cheek, but her body remembered Damien’s cock stretching her open. Lana was waiting for her tall, seductive, with long black hair cascading down her back and sharp green eyes that missed nothing. She took one look at Raven’s flushed face, bruised neck, and the way she walked with a slight limp and smirked knowingly.

Chapter 81 - Sidney Cosby POV Today we must pick the girls from school Raven, and I haven't had the talk, we haven't spoken about what we are, for a whole five months. A month ago Raven asked if he could give the girls his surname and I agreed, I hope he still likes me, but I'm scared because I've heard he’s slept with half of the girls in America not just LA. We get in the car, this the most awkward car ride I've been in its crazy. He puts on the radio and that just made things worse the song Good in bed by Dua Lipa came on and my body stiffens

"We've found a rogue leader willing to meet with you. Her name is Ravena. She controls a large territory in the eastern wastelands. She commands thousands of warriors." Kaelen's eyes blazed with hope. "Bring her to the Citadel. We'll meet with her as soon as possible. Whatever she wants, whatever she asks, agree to it." Ravena arrived three days later. She was a tall, imposing woman with sharp features and cold, calculating eyes. Her hair was streaked with gray, her face etched with the scars of countless battles. She moved with the grace of a predator, her gaze sweeping across the Citadel with barely concealed contempt. Her warriors flanked her, their eyes watchful, their hands never strayi

Normally his first thought is to break some fingers. Walking through to the rooms we usually camp out at if we’re away from home my mind goes to Raven. Something about her draws me in. I’m shocked by how young she is, I thought she was past twenty-five, the way her body moves sure made me think she has been dancing for over ten years. Then again, maybe she has?

Making me feel like i just asked the worst question. "Well", he said his voice going back to how it usually was, the voice that would make a stranger run for the hills. "Well I'm Bryan Raven, lived in New York most of my life till now. Cause my dad thinks I can jump off our apartment, so here I am being catered by you guys", he said finally with his face going plane. "Well trust me they're way more places to kill yourself here than in New York", i said matter factly trying to lighten his mood. "And you'll also have enough reasons not to, believe me", I said practically whispering it, hoping he heard me. I hope i never give up on him, he deserves so much, he deserves to br fought for.

Her heels echoed against the floor as she made her way to the stage, all too aware of the way the room grew louder with murmurs as she approached Lucian. He didn’t look away. As she stepped beside him, his hand found her waist naturally, almost possessively, pulling her in slightly like it was rehearsed—even though it absolutely wasn’t. Lucian turned back to the mic, his other hand gesturing toward her as though this were all perfectly planned. “This is Raina,” he said. “Raina Drayden. My wife. She’ll be heading the Drayden Delights project as Creative Director and Lead Strategist. She is the brain and soul behind the upcoming brand.”

Raven asked. "Me, jealous of her? Why should I be jealous of her? My mother is Madam Lenny. Except for the Queen, she is the most respectable woman in M Country. I am also the Deputy Secretary of External Affairs. She is just an assistant. Why should I be jealous of her?" Yasmine's eyes turned sharp. She poured the wine in the wine glass directly onto Raven and said angrily, "You are the one with bad eyes!"

Secretly, Caitlyn prayed and hoped for an opportunity to show off as his partner to suffice again. She missed being close to him. She missed the body contact, his eyes, and his succulent lips. "Mr. King just arrived," Hannah's voice jolted her out of her thoughts. She nodded with a warm smile as a response. She had instructed the lady to inform her of Martin's arrival as soon as he does. She stood up, her smile never leaving her face, and adjusted her shirt, even though it needed none. She tucked it into her trousers neatly and sat down, then opened her bag and brought out her makeup kits, did a little touch-up on her face, and gave a contented smile at her reflection in the small hand mirro

It wasn't a busy day at her shop as she had one or two people walking in to buy ice cream. "So, I like Derrick, is that a reason to sell me off to a man you just met today? Do you even know him?" Lyla retorted "Derry McClean, son of Victor McClean, a world-famous business tycoon. He owns ten hotels, and sixteen estates across the world, he is even building more estates. He supported many young entrepreneurs to build their businesses. I would not be surprised if he owns the house you are living in," Angelina said and Lyla's eyes widened.