Raph Novels & Stories

As I was scrolling I saw a post about one of our friends, Rozz. Hmmm so he's going back. We are not close but we are not that distant either. I guess that's right, troops are like that. Not that I don't like him but there is something really in him. He was creepy when it came to Cassandra, if he acted it was as if he owned her. I told Cassandra that but what can I expect from a woman who has never seen the real world? When I scrolled again I was momentarily stunned to see the unexpected person in my feed.

Nodding Groban gently rubbed my cheek with his hand, “You are a vampire, werewolf hybrid, a cross breed between two different supernatural species. Humans have been misled by those elite in power of the vampire covens to eradicate the hybrid species because the hybrid species are more dangerous than just a vampire or werewolf species alone,” frowning slightly I looked down as I thought it over, “But, I’m not physically dangerous. I mean besides being told I am a virus,” Groban rolled his eyes as he scoffed, “And do you actually believe that?” Thinking it over for just a moment I nodded once. Groban’s eyes narrowed slightly as his eyebrows furrowed,

I chuckle even louder as yes. Hudson's POV: I'm in Kerem's room finally wearing my pyjamas and looking with Defne at the pictures we made today with my phone. Kerem is on all pictures next to Meredith and Defne noticed that. "They look pretty together right?" I say to her and smile playfully at Kerem who's sitting on his desk. "Yes, and Meredith is really pretty. Right Abi?" Defne asks playfully Kerem. But he just rolls his eyes while Defne and I laugh.

He just let his finger drop, committing. *** Back in the hydro‑plant apartment, the air was thick with planning. Aria’s process trees fanned across Lys’s view—branches marked ENTRY, SUPPORT, DIVERSION, FAILURE, DEATH. Rafe’s network signatures twitched at the edges, like hungry shadows waiting to be told where to jump.

He was looking for a misplaced decimal, a faulty logic jump, or a single line of code that didn't hold water. He flipped to the back, where the complex neural network graphs were printed. I knew those graphs were perfect. I’d bled, literally and figuratively to make sure the risk-variance was airtight. I felt a surge of heat in my chest that had nothing to do with the TENS unit. It was pride. I did it. Raphael’s jaw tightened. A small muscle near his ear ticked. He closed the folder. He didn't look impressed. He didn't look surprised.

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He is tightening his jaws as he read it aloud. “Sam Style Bautista. . . I don’t hear your name here, and I guess you are at the same faculty as me. Faculty of Civil Engineering—it is hard right?” he asked him, looking directly to his soft eyes. Sam looks in the other direction—he is blushing because of the shyness that he is feeling right now. “E-Excuse me, S-Sir,” he is stuttering to go out and leave Mike inside speechless. Nevertheless, he looks at the folder that he is holding. Mike’s heart flutters when he sees the logo of the CAM application embedded.

I'm sorry. Idk wat I was thinking. Pliz talk 2 me. Genesis pliz. How long re u going 2 ignore?? How can u be such a bitch to me after everything u put thru?! I still ve dat video u know!!! Okay I will delete the video but pliz give me another chance..... Santiago's endless texts go from remorseful to anger and then back to being remorseful. I haven't responded to a single one of them. I have nothing to say to him, actually I do but none of it is what he wants to hear.

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

"Barely." ​"It’s 4:59, sir," I replied, stepping forward and placing the silver flash drive on the polished mahogany surface. "The edit is complete." ​Luke finally looked up. His eyes were sharp, scanning me with a clinical detachment that made me want to shrink. He reached for the drive, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. I felt a jolt—a phantom spark of the connection we once had—but his expression didn't change. He plugged the drive into his computer, the silence in the room stretching until it felt suffocating.