Mikey X Raph Mga Nobela at Kwento

Confused, I frowned and stepped around him only to see what made him freeze. Maxello. Sitting on the couch with Harper straddled across his lap. “F*ck…” Max groaned, his hands gripping her breasts as Harper threw her head back, moaning like she’d lost her mind. Their clothes were scattered across the floor crumpled. Harper’s body rocked against his like she owned him. The sight made my stomach twist. Then, Maxello’s eyes flicked open and landed straight on me. Our eyes locked. “F*ck! Mia!” he cursed, shoving Harper off him so fast she stumbled.

was already everything. Hair pulled back in a messy bun, notebook hugged to her chest, dirty sneakers, eyes that stared at the world like she was born to conquer it — or tell it to shut the hell up. Lily. She was pure chaos, and yet… peace to me. Back then, the mafia was still just a whisper around me. But what I felt for her was already a scream inside me. We belonged to each other before we were anything else. Before the titles. Before the war. Before the blood.

"No , why would he? And Rayle went home as he had a call from his father. sorry I forgot to tell you , he said he'll take care of Xavier letter and make sure he wouldn't do anything to you again" "Wait, you mean he is going to fight with Xavier!" I asked in confusion and a little bit of panic because boy, Xavier was strong… way more stronger than Rayle or any other students of my whole university. "Of Course he won't ! Do you want your friend in the hospital?" "Then what do you mean by he'll take care of Xavier?" "Ok. So you see, Xavier is friends with 'Mike' , Rayle's twin and the only person whom Xavier actually respects . As Milke adores his two minutes little twin, Xavier would never hur

I told him but he immediately hugged me suddenly so I felt like I wanted to cry but I held it back because I'm not a child anymore so he might tell me that I'm a child. "Forgive me Heart, I won't do it again, I promise." He turned to me so I just nodded. I couldn't prolong my hate for him, I couldn't do anything but accept his sorry and then he promised. We were eating breakfast when I heard what sounded like the sound of an airplane so I looked at Raphael. "Is Mico coming here?" Raphael asked Adrian so they looked at each other and Raphael shook his head. "Mico is in Japan." Raphael said so they both stood up and Raphael looked at me.

Mikey said as his tone becomes serious, “And I know that what I am about to say is shameless of me but right now, I am putting everything on the line. I will never be like my parents. I know that I almost did what they did and let history repeat itself but I will stop it now. I know you chose that douchebag for a reason that I don’t know yet. And it’s okay, as long as you haven’t found your Fated Mate, please, give me a chance. Because I still believe that your Fated Mate is no one else but me.” This was the first time Mikey opened this much to me. “I can’t promise anything,” I said looking away from his piercing eyes. “You don’t need to promise me anything, Little Wolf,” he said as he cup m

he says, tossing the page away. He eyes me curiously, and when I catch a certain scent, I grimace instantly. Sure enough Mikey pops out somewhere in the back, seemingly from a hole in the ground. He dashes to me in an instant. Like usual, he’s not wearing the standard suit the males in my family do. He’s got on a t-shirt that’s so worn it has a few scattered holes, and jeans equally old that are slung so low on his hips a female would be drooling over his skin on display. His body is a swarm of random tattoos and scars he wears with pride. Though none are on his face and glaringly obvious like mine. I instantly try to come up with a reason for being here right now, but I don’t have one. Then

Micheal shot up from his seat almost immediately, meeting Raphael halfway to the table like they were long-lost brothers. Their hands met in a loud clap before Micheal yanked him closer. “Calloway, you bastard!” Raphael laughed, smacking his shoulder once. Then the two men burst into laughter like Ronan wasn’t sitting right there reconsidering every life choice that brought him to this exact moment. “Man, it’s been forever.” Micheal said. “Where the hell have you been?” Raphael settled into the seat across from Micheal, picked up his drink and downed it in one gulp.

He just kept walking until Mikhael kept us. "Stop right there!" Mikhael run after us, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" "Fuck off." Raphael stopped when he touched his shoulder. I can feel the fleeting anger and how much temper he is keeping to himself right now. "What?" Mikhael was surprised. He probably didn't expect someone would say that to him. "Don't fucking touch me!" he said and stepped back, Raphael's eyes are wild, filled with anger and intimidation. "You---!" and was about to punch Raphael when I couldn't stay still/

"But his a prisoner here at the Shadow pack camp." Mikey's face dropped. "What?" I felt tears form in my eyes. "They've hurt him and - and they're torturing him, Mikey. I - I don't know what to do." Mikey suddenly got a serious look on his face. "You're at the Shadow pack camp? How? Where's Raphael?" I sucked in a deep breath to compose myself as I explained everything that happened up to this point. Mikey listened quietly. I had never seen him so serious.