Novel & Cerita The Raven Book Store

Raven had gone through so much, it had been so hard to see her with her huge belly knowing I had it so much easier. Today we were having a small get together at the Westwood’s mansion. Raven and Liam had moved in with them, due to having five pups it wasn’t really ideal to remain at the cottage, and although they were getting their own place made, they wouldn’t be moving there for a few years.

Either Catherine will have to do it again, or I will, to save her the trouble. No freaking way. I go up the stairs. His door is closed, but he’s not allowed to lock it, so I push it and stride in, and then freeze, the volume of music so powerful it almost pushes me back. Raven is sitting by his desk—his profile to me, his feet on the table, his books and papers in disarray, his clothes on the bed. He has begun plastering posters of what appears to be his favorite band, “Fake Drug”, around the place two days ago. Now, the transformation of the room seems complete. It’s barely possible to see the cream-colored walls underneath all the centerfolds with images of four guys sporting guitars, grea

Raven disconnected the call and looked at Ralph. "I have to go to my parents' house. Mom and dad want to talk to me," said a tired Raven. "Fine but I'll also go with you. Let me handle this my way? Do you trust me, Raven?" Asked Ralph hopefully. Raven nodded. She couldn't think of any way to save her dad's business.

Albeit, slowly, it didn’t even make a single sound. My mind instantly trailed back to the book I had previously read in the pack library. ‘There are 4 Reavers that rule the Underworld.’ Raphael was one of the names in the book. I was snapped from my thoughts when I looked up and found myself face to face with an eerily gorgeous man.

“The flames you bear, the ones that brought you here, are part of a prophecy. They are a gift and a curse, a beacon of change that will shape the future of our kind.” Charlotte’s heart pounded as the woman’s words sank in. “What does that mean? Why me?” “Because you are her,” the woman replied, her tone reverent. “You are named for the harbinger of fate, the one who bridges the divide between worlds. The flames chose you for a reason.” The child like voice appeared again. It screamed in her ears, “RAVEN”.. RAVEN… She has heard that before…but where? The name sent a shiver through Charlotte, as if it resonated with a part of her she hadn’t known existed.

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The earth appeared to thank them as they went hand in hand into the starry night, carrying their chats on gentle winds and spreading their message of togetherness and creativity far and wide. During their creative pursuits and lively chats, Lucian and Ravena came into an antique bookstore nestled away on a quiet street. They entered, drawn in by the aroma of ancient pages and the promise of secret stories. They were greeted by the warmth of the intimate atmosphere. Their eyes danced across the spines of many volumes as they scanned the shelves, each one a portal to untold stories and innumerable discussions waiting to be discovered. Eleanor, a cheerful bookshop, approached them with a knowin

Ezra’s frown deepened. My hands turned clammy as I looked around restlessly. “Doesn’t matter. I need those books and records of her mother,” Raven said. “So, we are going back to her pack right now.”

But the others were supremely confident in her capabilities that he had no choice but to capitulate. “Very well,” he said. “This investment group is formed as of right now, pending official paperwork of course. What’s our first order of business?” “How ‘bout a name?” asked Eva. “The merc company Raijin and I formed is called Conspiracy of Ravens. Where we’re from, a raven’s a large black bird that’s ridiculously smart, opportunistic, and tricky. They do whatever it takes to survive, and it kinda represents our modus operandi to a T.”

So when I heard from Jax that Raven was back in town — laughing, drinking, celebrating — something inside me snapped. “She’s at the Red Crow bar,” he’d said, his tone cautious. “Marcus sent her to keep a low profile, but you know Raven. She never does what she’s told.” The Red Crow was the kind of place where souls went to rot — a biker dive where the air was thick with cigarette smoke and bad decisions. Perfect for the kind of face-off I had in mind. I didn’t tell Ryder where I was going. I couldn’t. If I did, he’d stop me.