Valerie Raven Novels & Stories

The unnatural, dry heat radiating off his form kept the frost from settling within a five-foot radius of his chair, creating a subtle, shimmering warp in the freezing air around him. Standing near the edge of the ring, I adjusted the heavy leather straps across my chest. Beneath the dirt caked onto my jaw, the layers of binding cloth flattening my chest, and the ragged, short-cropped hair, Ravena Valecrest didn't exist. To everyone here, I was Zavier. A quiet, wire-muscled boy from the southern borders who spoke less and fought hard. Edith stood a few paces back near the timber railing, her arms crossed, her eyes tracking the other trainees facing off. I caught her gaze for a split second, r

At peace beside Oliver. “That’s right,” Sera says with a smile. “Looks like we all had some growing up to do...” she says. Beside her, Valerie stands tall and poised. She has sleek, raven-black hair and a sharp gaze that never seems to miss a detail. Always the strategist, always the one analyzing everything. Her lips twitch into a small smirk, but she says nothing, simply observing the interaction unfold. Then there’s Reno. He’s the tallest of the group, his dark brown eyes filled with quiet intensity, his skin slighter darker and tanned. His jet-black hair is shaved close to his scalp, and his posture is relaxed but guarded, as if he’s ready to react at a moment’s notice.

“Raven!” my old public relations manager, Valerie, exclaimed, her face lighting up. She was dressed to the nines in a sleek black dress and heels, her hair perfectly styled. “Goddess above, where have you been? You’ve had me worried sick!” “I…” I faltered, unsure of how to respond. “It’s been… complicated.” “Complicated?” she repeated, her perfectly groomed eyebrows shooting up. “You disappear off the face of the earth for months, and all you can say is ‘complicated’? Do you have any idea what’s been going on while you’ve been MIA?”

Something raw. That’s when *she* entered his line of sight. **Raven Vale**. At 26, she was a living legend in the adult film industry—the ultimate fantasy made flesh. Long, silky midnight-black hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, framing a face that could stop hearts: high cheekbones, striking violet eyes that seemed to glow with wicked intelligence, and full, plush lips painted a deep crimson. Her body was pure sin—large, perfectly rounded breasts that strained against the fabric of her dress, a tiny cinched waist, wide hips, and a thick, heart-shaped ass that had launched a thousand viral clips and broken comment sections worldwide. She wore a backless silver dress that clung to ev

His deep pink lips parted. “Shane Harley sir.” He introduced himself, sticking his hand out. Mr. Davis had no problems shaking it. Mr. Spencer followed by example. “I’m Raine’s… I mean, Ms. Mcclaren’s shadow for the next few months.” Mr. Davises face beamed. “You should consider yourself a lucky kid!”

10:30 𝚙𝚖. *𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛* As Bridgette sped through the rain-drenched streets, her anger burned hot and fierce. The knowledge of her lover's betrayal of her ultimate rival, Natalie Wayne, fueled her fury, and she gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white.

After Vartyss said this to Ravyn and turned to the trainee in his thirties, Ravyn tried to grasp his hand again as a safeguard during the fight, but Falcon kicked that hand away. *whish!* Ravyn quickly withdrew her hand, and Vartyss and the other trainee left. The purple-haired girl then stopped and stared at her screen. [All Stars Trainee Profile Alias: Lavender Rankings: #98>>#27 Suits: Club & Heart Status: Unpaired Incoming Switch Contest Falcon would like to exchange 'Club' with your 'Spade' Exchange Result: Lavender (Club & Spade >> Club & Club) Falcon (Diamond & Club >> Diamond & Spade)

“Yes, you are right. You see, we asked each other what we both see in the future, and she told me that she sees herself being free. Free from me. I don’t know where that came from, but now I’m starting to think that it’s from Ivy showing up at my room when she was there.” She goes silent for a moment. I wait for her to say something revolutionary, but in the end, she just says, “Wow.” “Well?” I prompt. “Do you think it’s just me being a man-whore before she came up?” “To be honest, I don’t think so.” She pauses to think. “You saw it for yourself. Miss Valeria grew up in an unstable home. There are things that she seems to be hiding about herself, about her past. She seems to have suffered a

The slippery, conniving, green snake who had lied to Cordy that I cheated on him with his beta. All I wanted to do at that point was get off the bed and pull that annoyingly gorgeous hair out from her hair sockets and then watch as they fall to the floor strand by strand until she becomes bald like alpha Lockwood. But I didn’t do that…yet. “I have no need to talk to a figment of my imagination. You should go back to the land of the living and find the people who need you there” A confused look graced her face before changing up to pure amusement. “Hold on, Valerie; don’t tell me that you think you’re already dead and in some kind of alternate universe?”

The Red Room is my only salvation to save me from becoming a berserk Alpha. I sit on my new chair, close my eyes, and feel the comfortable leather. This is good. Suddenly I smell vanilla and dew grass scent getting closer and stronger. I know who is about to come in, so I swiftly grab any file from my desk and pretend to read it. I see it's a cosmopolitan magazine, the cover page has a photograph of Madonna kissing some model, who is one-third of her age. I sense Ethan inside my cabin but one thing that catches not only mine, but also my wolf’s attention is,