Novels by Rave

Zephyr hesitated for only a moment before carefully placing their son into Samantha’s waiting arms.Kylian made a tiny sleepy sound and wrinkled his little face as though protesting the change.The instant Samantha cuddled him against her chest, he relaxed completely, settling back into a peaceful sleep as if he knew he was perfectly safe.Zephyr slowly rose from the chair.He let out a long sigh before rubbing both hands over his tired face.Samantha stood beside him with Kylian nestled comfortably against her shoulder.She looked up at him with gentle amusement.“Bedroom,” she reminded him softly, speaking to him as though he might fall asleep standing there.A quiet laugh escaped him.“Yes, ma’am.”Together they made their way upstairs at an unhurried pace.The rain continued falling outside, creating a soft rhythm against the windows that made the house feel even warmer.Once inside their bedroom, Samantha carefully laid Kylian in his crib, making sure his blanket rested comfortab

The months that followed became some of the happiest Samantha and Zephyr had ever known.Their once quiet home was no longer silent. It echoed with Kylian’s tiny cries in the middle of the night, his cheerful giggles whenever someone made a funny face, and the soft little noises he made whenever he fell asleep in someone’s arms. Rainy mornings often found the three of them curled up together in bed, reluctant to leave the warmth of the blankets while Kylian slept peacefully between them.The sleepless nights were exhausting.The endless diaper changes could be chaotic.Yet somehow, every little challenge only made their house feel more like a home.Samantha decided to step away from the entertainment industry for several months so she could devote herself to motherhood. Even during her pregnancy, she had carefully chosen lighter work, accepting only advertising campaigns while quietly searching for a movie script that truly inspired her. She no longer felt pressured to rush back into

Time continued to move forward.Just as Samantha had expected, her days became incredibly busy.But this time, the exhaustion carried none of the pain that had once consumed her life. Every long meeting, every late night, every difficult decision had a purpose behind it. She woke each morning knowing that the work she was doing mattered, and that feeling alone made every sacrifice worthwhile.The Luna Light Foundation expanded far beyond anything she had imagined.One city became several.Then several became dozens.Women from different backgrounds began finding their way to the foundation, each carrying scars that reminded Samantha of the woman she used to be. They arrived frightened, broken, uncertain of where to turn next.There, they found shelter.They found legal support.They found therapy.They found people who listened without judgment.Most importantly, they found hope.The foundation became the safe haven Samantha herself had desperately searched for years ago but had never

Zephyr stood perfectly still, unable to process what he had just heard. His brows knitted together as confusion spread across his face.“What do you mean?”Samantha’s smile only grew brighter, carrying a warmth that made her eyes sparkle. She looked at him with a tenderness that almost made her laugh at how completely lost he seemed.“It’s three.”The words struck him like a bolt of lightning.His body became rigid, and for several seconds it felt as though every thought inside his head had simply disappeared.“Three?” he echoed quietly, the word leaving his lips with uncertainty. He searched her face, almost afraid to understand what she was trying to tell him.Instead of answering immediately, Samantha turned toward Ashley.The little girl was still standing nearby with the flower basket tucked carefully against her chest. Her bright eyes bounced between the bride and groom with endless excitement, completely absorbed in the moment as though she were watching the happiest story ever

Even with the veil covering her face, Zephyr could still make out the outline of her features through the delicate fabric. That faint glimpse alone was enough to steal his breath.His mouth went dry. His heartbeat pounded so loudly that he could hear it in his ears, and his hands refused to stop trembling. He had imagined this day countless times, replaying it in his mind through lonely nights and quiet mornings, yet none of those dreams had prepared him for the sight before him.She was even more beautiful than anything he had imagined.As Samantha slowly walked toward him, he caught the gentle curve of her smile beneath the veil. It was warm, peaceful, and filled with the same happiness shining inside his own heart.Every instinct urged him to move.He wanted to cross the distance between them.He wanted to forget the ceremony altogether, sweep her into his arms, and hold her until the rest of the world disappeared.A soft cough beside him snapped him back to reality.Darren cleared

SamanthaBy the very next morning, the Luna Light Foundation had become the talk of the country. Donations poured in from well-known figures, businesses, and ordinary people alike. Social media was filled with messages of support, stories from survivors, and countless posts encouraging women to seek help.The foundation’s staff soon reported that the phone lines had barely stopped ringing. Call after call came in from women asking for advice, shelter, or simply someone willing to listen.Not every woman who reached out would be ready to leave her abuser for good. Samantha understood that better than anyone. Some would return because fear could be stronger than hope in the beginning. Even so, making that first phone call meant something. It meant they had taken the first step. With enough support and enough time, many of them would eventually see the truth for themselves, that the people hurting them were never powerful. They were simply cruel people who hid behind fear.“It’s going to

The words seemed to please Bernard. He finally nodded, his face still grim. “Call her. I will decide after meeting her.” His voice softened a little and his eyes even moved toward the drink. Veronica nodded with a flattering smile, but the moment she turned toward the stairs, her eyes turned cold and sharp with hidden anger. Her grip on the banister tightened. “Could that foolish girl have realized something?” The way Victoria had fallen, dirtied her dress, and rushed away to clean herself felt too convenient. But she quickly shook the thought away. There was no way. The girl had no contact with the outside world and trusted them completely. With that, she climbed the stairs, missing her daughter who was already hiding in the kitchen. Giselle had come down after locking her sister inside. She had confirmed with the maids that the guest was a rich businessman. She had quickly searched his net worth and found it in the millions. If she played her cards right, she could marry him. Her

Victoria's eyes flicked with coldness, reflecting the red water of the bathtub. But when Giselle stepped closer, frowning at her, Victoria’s expression shifted instantly. She leaned back, trembling, her face showing fear. "An accident happened, and the wine spilled all over me. I need to take an urgent bath since my room doesn’t have a washroom." Her voice shook, full of fear, earning a curse from Giselle, who looked disinterested and wanted Victoria gone. "Ha! Now you want a room with a washroom? Does your greed and shamelessness ever end? How can you always be so greedy?" Victoria frowned slightly at the foolish girl. Did she even hear her? It was hard to believe this girl had once made her submit. "Aunt asked me to clean up here and return to attend the guests." Victoria didn’t waste time arguing. She chose words to silence Giselle immediately. "And I’ll need a proper dress too since I have nothing presentable." She fidgeted, twisting the conversation to get a decent outfit.

“Did you get it?” Victoria showed fear in her eyes, but inside she was smirking. In the past both of them had been fools. She had suffered because she feared Giselle. She had believed that if she behaved well, they might love her one day. Those thoughts had only made her weak. Her aunt had told her the same thing back then. That the Harrigans were rich. They were her uncle’s bosses, and if Victoria caught their attention she could help the whole family. And just like that, she had given up on herself. “Have you gone mute now? Forget it. I do not need your answer. Your face already said everything.” Giselle smirked and turned to leave, but Victoria’s lips curled into a dark smile. “No.” The single word stopped her. Giselle turned and glared at Victoria, only to see her nervously playing with her revealing dress. “Aunt would be angry if I do not listen to her.” Ha. Giselle clenched her teeth. But even she feared her mother and could not argue against that. “Since you dare to go

Victoria stood in the garden and looked at the violets she had planted long ago. The flowers looked even more delicate and beautiful than she remembered. In the past she had spent hours admiring them, wasting her time while waiting for a knight in shining armor to come and save her. This time she would not wait for anyone. “Ah sister, are you looking at the flowers again?” A girl with a gentle smile walked toward her. Her lips were full and curved softly. She had a heart shaped face and bright watery eyes. Her slender body could compete with models. Freckles spread across her nose and cheeks, something she always tried hard to hide. This was her cousin, Giselle. “The guests will arrive any moment. Mother sent me to remind you that you will be the one opening the door and greeting them first.” she said with a soft smile. In the past Victoria had trusted that smile without question and ignored the commanding tone hidden beneath it. Victoria’s lips slowly curved into a dark smile. “It

Glowera town of Archendia country was close to the capital, Nightingale city. Because of that it had grown beyond limits. Taverns, inns, and marketplaces kept appearing one after another, making the town lively and crowded. When Victoria opened her eyes, her body trembled as the memory of pain rushed back to her. Her hand moved to her stomach at once, searching for the deep cut. But it was not there, as if it had never existed in the first place. “I know she is acting. There is no way my daughter could injure her that badly. She must have faked her sickness so she would not need to meet the special guest tonight.” A shrill voice rang out and Victoria froze. She looked around and quickly realized she was inside her aunt’s house again. It had been ten years since she had left this place. The noise outside slowly grew louder and soon the door opened. Her aunt walked in. She had the same brown hair and black eyes as Victoria, but her plump body made her eyes look smaller and her movement

“Was it all for money?” The words felt heavy in the cold of the night. Even though she had fallen to the ground in a pool of her own blood, Victoria still held a kind of power that her uncle and his family could not match as they stood before her, proud and arrogant in their proper suits. But the suits were stained with her blood. The feeling of being inferior never left him. Even after he had slit her stomach and left her bleeding to death, she was still looking at him with the same disgusting expression, as if he were a pest not worth her attention. If only she had understood. “It is to teach you a lesson! A married woman should stay at home and not poke her nose into the matters of others.” She raised a brow and laughed. “So much drama and blood just to tell me I am married, when I never wanted to marry him in the first place?” she mocked while looking at Benard, her husband, another devil in her hell. Her eyes were cold and filled with hatred, though the strength of it weakene