Sarvente X Ruv Novels & Stories

only possible because I don’t have any weakness…. and now if I marry you…. Then..” ravan stopped in between his explanation “Then what?” Reva questioned him in recklessness “Then they will come after you.. I don’t want to put your life in danger reva” Ravan explained her “Is that your excuse for rejecting my proposal ravan?” reva again questioned ravan who did not answered her, sensing his rejection reva hastily got down from bed and picked up a fruit knife from their bedside table and slashed her left hand wrist, It happened so fast that before ravan could react reva slashed her right hand wrist too “REVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA……………………………” Ravan screamed and rushed to hold reva in his arm “FUC

Chuck said with the anger in his voice becoming too obvious. Everyone had the right to be furious as it stands. "There's nothing to judge other than doing what everyone wants" Carly said as everyone nodded to it. "No! If you do this then that psycho that calls herself Raven would deal with all of us. She gave us three days..." Mr Tartal flared up. "Three days before she kills you and not us. We will save our heads. How about you protect yourselves with your Betas, gammas, omegas and the likes. Your members are larger than ours. I'm advising you as a friend" Rufus said taking up his things.

“I’m here for a job.” She narrows her eyes slightly. Her lashes are thick, doused with some form of makeup. Mother obsessed about me wearing blush on my cheeks, or a touch of gloss on my lips, however, I was always quick to wash it off. I’m wondering if she is considering sending me off. “I’m not the manager. I just work here,” the girl tells me. My eyes wander to her name tag. Raven. So typically Vengeance. “If you want to talk to Linda, she’s out back.”

Once again showing the depths of his cruelty, Xavier forced himself into her asshole, sodomizing her while using his semen as lubricant. For the umpteenth time, she screamed, receiving no pleasure from the anal rape. This time, instead of holding her by the hips, Xavier squeezed her breasts brutally hard, strangling them while he violated her asshole. It continued on like that for hours, Xavier raping her with inhuman stamina, brutalizing every hole to the point of bleeding. He would ride her until he came and then move on to another spot, switching between her ass and pussy without ever stopping to clean himself off, save for when he would skull-fuck her.

And they were walking towards me. Azraiel's heart dropped in his stomach as soon as he heard her describe those wolves. The ones she was talking about were rouges. Rouges are the wolves that don't live in a pack because they have been either banished for a crime or lost their sanity for reasons like losing a mate. Not all rouges are dangerous. They are weaker than other werewolves due to their lost connection to a pack but stronger than an average human. The rouges that form a pack together become stronger and their insanity often leads them to harm others. Five rouges together seem like they were part of a rouge pack. And then there was Richard. He was glad that Charlotte ran away from him

After a few minutes of bypassing the security protocols, the folder finally opened. My heartbeat slowed. Company names filled the screen. Dozens of them. Each linked through shell corporations. Money moved between them in complicated patterns that made my stomach tighten. Some connected to known criminal organizations. Others to politicians. Private military contractors. Banks. International shipping companies. The deeper I scrolled, the colder I became. Then one name stopped me. Raven Holdings. Owner… Armani Rossi. My breathing caught. No. I clicked it. Transaction histories appeared. Shell companies. Offshore accounts. Payments routed through countries I'd never even visited.

"You're right. Safety might be relative in your situation. But you're not actively being hurt right now. That's a start." "Is it?" Luca looked at her directly. "Because I feel like I'm just waiting for the next bad thing to happen. I feel like this is temporary and any moment someone's going to drag me back to....." His voice cracked. "I can't do this." "Yes, you can. You already are." Downstairs, Dante's phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered it anyway. "Dante Salvatore." The voice on the other end was heavily accented Russian. "This is Viktor Kozlov. I believe we need to have a conversation."

“Mathieu’s old drives. They were backed up on the MoreauCloud, but not accessible unless decrypted. I thought I’d try. One of the folders was titled Raven.” “What was in it?” I ask, my voice a whisper. “I found something. A business—Raven Co.. It was discreet, cloaked under dummy shell corps, but it took on a massive debt dated approximately ten years ago. It was a tech-based logistics firm operating in South America. On paper, it looked promising… but the numbers were rotten underneath. And Mr. Mathieu was tied to it.” I blink, stunned. “Raven Co.?” Andy exhales. “Yeah. The Moreau name wasn’t on anything, but Mathieu—he funneled company capital into it. A lot of it. He kept it off the ledge

His screams seemed to have fueled Raul’s wickedness. And his screams seemed to have fueled my pleasure. My eyes were closed tight, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips as I basked in the pleasure of his pain. Minutes after minutes and Gustavo finally gave up the ghost, eyes plucked out of its socket, face skinned, teeth pulled out, tongue cut out, and throat slit; all done by Raul. If Ricardo wasn't constantly plaguing my thoughts, Raul would have been the next best option for me— just as brutal as I loved them.

Chapter Seventy-Six Irene’s POV Zane shoved the small vial into my hand at dawn. “Blood rite from the rival witch. Cut him during a weak moment. It’ll drag fragments of the real Devon back up. Make it count.” I hid it in my sleeve and walked into the hall like I still had a spine.