Novel & Cerita White Raven J L Weil

No one knows who Raven is, and the fact that she was known as the killing machine made people in the assassin community assumed her to be a man. Who would have thought that he would be a she? "Now, Raven. Let me introduce you to your new team. This guy with dark blue hair will be responsible behind the scenes. He specializes in computers, and he'll be a very great help when tracking and looking for escape routes." Mr. Black gestured to the guy with a hair color close to black.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

this was her moment. “1438 AE Earldom,” she said with confidence, her voice clear and bright. A hush fell over the room before the lecturer smiled approvingly. “Very correct.” Liana leaned forward, her eyes sparkling. “It was recorded by Monk Alphonso, he's the only true witness to the story.” “Excellent,” the lecturer replied, pleased. “The Raven King was known as one of the most brutal rulers in history, feared for his tyranny and endless executions. It’s said he burned down the world after a great betrayal from his wife and best friend.”

Raven came early for work because during her off she never once talked to Wilma and focused on making her wound making it heals faster, but until now it was still deep, she tried to hide it by applying a bandaid. Raven entered the locker room and saw that Chin was there. Raven was startled to see that Chin was just getting dressed right in front of her locker. Chin saw Raven's expression and said, "Don't you have boobs?" Raven gulped big and said, stammering, "I-I d-do have." Raven got dressed quickly in front of her locker, and while doing that Chin asked, "Did you create an account? Did you talk to someone? What is he like?"

I should want to leave. But when he placed my hand on his chest, I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to feel how human he wasn’t. The next morning, Raven woke to a package at her hotel door. Inside: a tailored black blazer. Silk lining. Sharp lapels. Her initials monogrammed inside. And a note: Wear this. You represent me now. —J.M. The collar was still in the drawer beside her bed. She hadn’t worn it again. But today, as she dressed, she looked at both, the blazer and the collar, and realized something terrifying.

“Is he deliberately trying to drive me insane?” Raven was always associated with dark colors—black, navy blue, and dark brown. Those were the only ones he wore. To him, pink was a color that would ruin his image. It was so far down on his preference list that it wouldn’t even make the top thousand if he had a choice. That color reminded Gia of Caius, who would be delighted to receive a pink sweater as a gift. Still scowling, Raven ripped off the label and put on the sweater. Thankfully, the pants provided were black. Due to their unexpected stay, they had no choice but to accept whatever the host had prepared.

Raven whimpers trying to breathe with blood pooling at the edges of her mouth as I do my best to not panic at her condition. “Raven stay with me!” I nearly panic dropping her into the snow then shift feeling that I am losing her. She whimpers and trembles as I press my head against hers before licking her wounds healing her as she cries. Raven flinches and cries out in pain when I lick the giant jagged wound over her ribs that is making it difficult for her to breathe. “Breathe and relax,” I link while staring into her dark obsidian eyes trying to get her to focus on healing instead of her fear and pain.

“Keep practicing on your shifting, Raven, and those rogues will have one hell of a shock when they see your wolf” “And they will, because I have no intention on letting Whitlock fight alone”. I said to him, then turned my full attention back to grams. “What about you?. “What about me?” “Well, we both know you have some things to work through to be at one with your wolf. Just imagine, not just one black wolf, but two!”. “I will work on my issues, Raven, and I’ll fight by your side to protect our family”. She said as she squeezed my hand with a sure look.

The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

CHAPTER 7: PARKING GARAGE BLACKMAIL PT 1 Raven Holt stepped out of the elevator into the nearly empty multi-level parking garage. It was late Friday evening, and most people had already gone home. The air felt cool and damp against her skin. Her sheer white blouse clung to her slim-thick figure, and since she wore no bra, her full breasts and dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. Her tight pencil skirt hugged her round ass and toned thighs as she walked. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor with every step. Her stomach twisted with dread after Mr. Grayson’s terse text.