Riven Winx Club Novels & Stories

“I don’t like sharing either, so this was the only idea that made sense. Choose one of us, and the rest will back off.” “Speak for yourself,” Dax cut in smoothly, leaning against the stone railing like this was all a casual joke. “I’m not backing off. Even if she doesn’t pick me.” Zyran’s eyes narrowed and a low growl rumbled in his throat, but Dax just grinned wider, unfazed, like he was enjoying the chaos. “She can’t belong to only one of us,” Riven said quietly, stepping forward. “She’s ours...all of ours. It’s not just a bond. It’s something deeper. She completes us and losing her is not an option for me.”

*Lexie’s POV* The warm glow of candlelight flickers against the luxurious drapes that envelop the private area of the club, casting shadows that dance to the rhythm of the live band's sultry tunes. My gaze drifts from the sparkling chandeliers above to the glass of wine cradled in my fingertips. The rich crimson liquid swirls lazily, mirroring the turmoil within me.

Selene's POV Riven came to the morning study at seven. I was at the desk. I had been there since six. I had the three letters from the three new mentees in front of me — two from packs in the western continent, one from the northern islands, all girls between fourteen and seventeen who had been omega-ranked and had heard about Iri Brennan and had written. Riven came in. He did not stand at the door. He came in and he closed the door behind him and he crossed to the chair across from my desk, and he sat down.

The roar of the crowd faded behind them as Riven dragged Elowen through a narrow side door into the club’s dimly lit back corridors. His grip on her wrist was firm but not bruising yet. Blood still streaked his knuckles and chest, making the hard lines of his tattooed torso look even more savage under the flickering bulbs. Elowen’s heart raced, her bare feet stumbling to keep up with his long strides. The tiny shorts were soaked between her thighs now, her arousal impossible to ignore after the public humiliation and the sight of him destroying Jaxor Veyl.

"Jaxon is drowning. He's spending gold that smells like old blood, and the Council is starting to sniff the air. When the Fenrir Pack falls, it's going to be messy. You don't want to be standing in the splash zone." "And you're the umbrella?" I scoffed. "I'm the partner." He corrected. Reached out with his free hand. Thumb grazing my jawline. Skin scorching. "For the Grand Ball. Walk in on my arm, and the rumors about your 'instability' vanish. No one touches what belongs to the Psycho Prince." "I don't belong to anyone." I hissed, catching his wrist. The Void surged. Chill frost spreading from my grip to his skin. Riven didn't flinch. Leaned down. Lips hovering just an inch from my ear.

She never accepted the rejection, like a little bitch, and now Ghost and me are reaping the consequences. Club Infinity is an exclusive club I own. The club is located only a short distance from the pack, in the middle of the nearest human city. At first, I considered creating the club strictly for supernaturals, a place where we can be ourselves, without having to worry about the humans. Then, I realized I could make something the humans would die to go to. And our pack is located on the outskirts of a college town with a military base. We are always having human military and college students attend and it brings in a shit ton of revenue. So, instead of an all-supernatural bar, I opted for

“She would put a hit out and I can tell you any single one of the men in the club would do it for free but it’s likely she’d send one of her own. Don’t mistake the fact she’s a woman as weakness. She would not blink to protect her girls, her patrons, or her club. You’d be dead before you finished breaking the NDA.” “You sure you want to go, mom?” Rin cocked his head sideways. “I’ll let you all in on a secret. Sasha told me she manages the club. Considering how much misery you’ve caused her, if you break a rule, she’s going to push for the boss to dole out punishments. I won’t be interfering. We are guests of Sonny and the establishment.” “Not you, Rin.” His grandfather shook his head. “If yo

“Normal jobs? Forget it. Your rap sheet screams attempted murder, and that piece-of-shit Evan John is still crying on every screen like some innocent victim. No one’s hiring a bitch who supposedly tried to murder her famous stepdad. So it’s either the R.M Club or nothing. The owner of the R.M Club is a ghost. No one ever sees his face. Vicky Gavin runs the whole game. Weekdays you’re off the hook. But weekends? Days free. Nights? You’re in the club. Boobs out, ass shaking, stripping down to nothing. Lap dances where you grind your wet pussy on their hard cocks through their pants until they’re leaking pre-cum and begging to bust.

*** At midnight, while I was on the bed playing games, my phone rang. It was Riven. It was the first time he had ever called me. I answered quickly, sitting up in bed. “Hey,” I said softly. There was a short pause before he spoke. “I’m sorry about what happened earlier,” Riven said, voice quiet. “Dex… he hates your team because of the rivalry and all that shit. He’s always been like that. I guess he doesn’t want any of the Bulls around you all.” I leaned back against the headboard. “Yeah, I get that. So, did he ask you why you were with me in the first place?”

Iris earlier and we secretly changed all the bodyguards in the entire devinson mansion because we know that the devinson family is already at Villa Eve and we know that the devinson family has nothing to do with the sin of their son Cleopard, I saw that they are also here laira and artemis. artemis is dexter's girlfriend while laira is the girlfriend of Marco who is a friend of ours. I also noticed Rhys who was looking at his beloved woman and none other than his daughter Anastasia and Analine who is the woman he is obsessed with.