2012 Raphael Novels & Stories

If it was any other day,he could be in his kingdom or roaming the world tricking people to commiting sins. "The day is still young." she answered. Sophia moved to the table and grabbed a bottle of wine and poured it to a glass. Then she sashayed back to him swaying her hips from right to left. Raphael appreciated the piece of art Infront of him. She was created with the utmost patience. She had the right proportions at the right places. A small oval face , brown hazel eyes,plumb pink lips, sharp nose bridge,her eyelashes thick and her black long hair complimented her beautiful face .

] However, Madeline still eyed the painting intently, and she reminded the shop owner, "You haven't named your price yet." Willa tried to get her attention with a gentle tug on her sleeve. "Madeline." Madeline just smiled and kept her gaze on the shop owner. The owner's eyes darted around, and he rubbed his hands together, unable to hide his eagerness. "This Raphael painting, well-known to all, could fetch tens of millions. I'm looking to sell quickly, so let's say 7.5 million dollars." Willa inhaled sharply. "You could've just walked away, but instead, you're here negotiating over a painting. Unbelievable!"

Raphael's POV As I walked back to my car, I replayed the scene of what had just happened earlier in my head. I smiled triumphantly; I could tell that she was shaken by everything I had done even though she was trying so hard to remain calm, but I saw through the facade. I saw through the front she was trying to keep up. It wasn't easy getting all those proofs, but I was able to get them. Twenty years ago, it was the night of Marcel's tenth birthday. Everyone was running around trying to make the perfect birthday night, you know - for the favourite son of the house.

At the time he had no idea what made his son appeared more agreeable, but whatever it was, he was glad it happened. But like all good things it must came to an end, after a whole month together, it was time for him to go back to Paris. The day before their departure Raphael had met Clara in the art room for the last time, this time she had just finished another painting, it was a painting of the wild deer, she was so fascinated by it she had to make a portrait. Yet unlike the usual happy chattering the air felt a bit gloomy that night. Raphael was sitting on the chair beside Clara like usual. The whole time she tried not to look at his face, she had no idea why, she just did not want to.

Raphael glanced at me with a glare. "Go. Now!" He growled and that was when I saw one of the wolves leap in to the air towards us. I let out a terrified gasp and took a step back but Raphael stood right where he was. He turned his eyes back to the rouge wolves and saw the one that was about to land at him. Raphael's shoulder tensed before he reached out and caught the rouge by the neck, with a single hand. The rouge lets out a surprised yelp and immediately tried to react but Raphael wouldn't let him.

What the heck! I must have still made a sound despite my effort to conceal it, and it didn't escape Raphael. the swift shift in the air and the sudden hungry look in Raphael's icy blue eyes resonated deep within me... They pierced into my soul, touching me from the inside out Raphael was dangerous, and forbidden, so why the hell did I want him so much?

Maurizio had the widest smile and couldn't be more proud of his upbringing. Raphael felt his chest tighten. This was the moment—the perfect confluence of memory, love, and renewal. He glanced at Ines, who stood quietly, her eyes shining in the glow of the photograph. This was an uncomfortable area for her but she was holding tight. As the evening ebbed, guests drifted toward the final section—Shadows. Here Raffaele last works hung: stark images of winter branches against pale skies, stones buried in snow, the hush of endings. Raphael had chosen this place deliberately. It was not only closure for Raffaele but a threshold for himself.

The crêpe was warm and slightly too sweet and I ate it with the uncomplicated enthusiasm of someone who had not properly eaten since breakfast. Raphael, for his part, was good company in the specific way of people who understand that not every silence needs filling. He told me about Lyon, about inheriting his father's practice at twenty and spending six months convincing elderly clients that he was actually qualified and not simply someone who had found the files. He was funny about it — dry and self-aware, no performance. I told him about the carburetor. Age nine. He laughed exactly the right amount.

Daniel called. Raphael went to the second floor window and saw the motorcycle roaring away. His hand curled into a fist and he smashed the wall next to him. “Get the cars!” X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X

"This is interesting,. said, rubbing his chin with a sly smile on his face. I never lose my cool, but just at the mention of Jasmine's name, something always changes in my demeanor. “Anyways, Raphael went to Paris after getting an intel about Jasmine; I don't think it will come out positive though.” He said nonchalantly, breaking his knuckles. “Hmm” I stood up from the floor and stretched. “Time for round two.” “Ughh” he groaned. “I'll be in my wolf form, right?” He asked with sparkles in his eyes.