Ruv Fnf Novels & Stories

And even if I succeeded in rescuing her, I'd still be waiting for her to die and hoping he returns to me? I looked at Damon, my sister, and my parents. "You know what?" I bit out, my tone cold. "Congratulations." They were looking at me in dismay. They were expecting me to get this. To be nice. To be thoughtful. Not today. Just as I was sitting there, a familiar voice hit my mind. Ravina? Where are you? I've been trying to reach you. Anna. My best friend. Our pack's healer. I need you to take me for a ride, I told her.

My ex-best friend. "That’s Dain. Acting Alpha of Silverclaw. You shoot him, and they’ll bring war right to your front door."

Her eyes were wide with a frantic, darting terror. "You shouldn't have come," she breathed, casting a glance toward the balcony. "Rhea, he’s not who you think he is. None of them are." Behind her, the balcony door slid open. Finn stood there, the wind whipping his hair across his face. He looked different, more like a predator in his own den. He held a glass of amber liquid in one hand, and in the other, a small, black remote. "She’s right, Rhea," Finn said, his voice devoid of the desperation from the night before. "You really should ha... ha... ha..."

“You always misunderstand me, Dave. Always assume I’m the problem. I kept my word that I’d leave her alone. But she came after me in the parking lot, attacking me, dragging up all the anger I’d already moved past.” “Aurora—” I’m not letting her win.” Her eyes flashed. “I’m seeking respectful revenge. She doesn’t get to move on and live happily ever after while I’m stuck cleaning up the mess she left behind.” “She didn’t leave a mess. I did.” Aurora rolled her eyes. “Pass me my phone.” I stared at her. “What?” “My phone. Pass it to me.” “Shouldn’t you be resting?” “I need to check something.” She held out her hand impatiently.

That’s basically forever. I smile at my phone like an idiot. Me: I’m working. Go do something productive. Rook: I am doing something productive. I’m coming to see you. Me: Rook no. I’m working. Rook: I know. I’ll be quick. Just want to see you for a minute. Me: You can’t just show up at the hospital whenever you want. Rook: Watch me. I’m about to respond when Sarah walks into the monitor room.

Codename: Raven Queen. Former Asset: Division V. Psych Profile: Cold-empathic. Adaptive strategist. Linguistic mimic. Borderline sociopathy indicators. Control model. Status: Presumed Deceased — 2014. Last Sighting: Oslo, 2015 — operative disavowed. “She’s been off-grid since before Lucien’s fall,” Roman explained. “But she wasn’t hiding. She was building.” Eden flipped through the dossier. Black-and-white photographs showed a woman with pale, calculating eyes, and a near-smile that never quite reached her cheeks. One image had her seated at a conference table with figures in military garb—all blurred except for her.

The burner phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, sharp, intrusive, like a pebble thrown into still water. I heard it before I saw it, the cheap vibration cutting through the quiet of the safe house. For a second I didn’t move. My whole body listened. Ivy looked up from the sofa. She blinked at me, habitual worry thick in the line of her mouth. “Robert?” “Maybe,” I said and reached across the counter to the phone. The screen lit with an incoming message instead of a call: an unknown number, no name. A video file attached. No text. That narrow little line of omission, no explanation, no preamble, felt exactly like how Robert operated: cold, direct, theatrical.

"Still trying to trick us? I've worked for the Shaw family for years, and I've never heard of any genetic disease. Maybe you fooled Mr. Shaw, but you won't fool us." Pain shot through my crushed fingers, but I gritted my teeth and warned them anyway. "With his temper, if you delay his treatment and he finds out, none of you will walk away alive!" The guards faltered. Unease flashed across their faces. Just as one was about to run off, the door swung open. "Nobody leaves this room! If anyone ruins this wedding, I'll make them pay!" Albert Swift, Galen's assistant, stormed in. His expression was dark. The bodyguards shrank back immediately.

A second later, my phone buzzed. Bram: I lost focus. You didn’t die, did you? I read it once. Twice. My vision blurred with red. I took a step forward—slow, calculated. Like a predator. Lifted my hand, fist ready to fly “Gghrrrr… Gghrrrr…” My phone vibrated again. I didn’t even look before answering. “What?” “My Rex,” my mother’s voice chirped through the speaker, bright and sweet like sugar and windchimes.

A massive flood of notifications slammed into my screen all at once, the sheer volume of alerts causing the device to stutter. My feet ground to a dead halt in the middle of the road. With trembling fingers, I unlocked the screen. The first social media app loaded a barrage of fresh images and short video clips posted less than an hour ago. It was a group photo. The entire elite combat team was standing on the tarmac of the pack's private airfield, their matching black-and-gold academy jackets bright under the terminal lights. Lucas was in the front, laughing, his arm thrown over a teammate's shoulder. In the next slide, a short video showed the squad cheering as they walked up the metal sta