Raph X Leo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“You question my leadership in front of the enemy?” “I question the foundation,” Elara corrected. Kael finally spoke. “Answer her.” Lyra looked at him sharply. “You would humiliate me now?” “I would clarify the truth.” The enemy king chuckled softly from the field. “Oh, do continue,” he called. “Internal fractures are my favorite.” Elara ignored him. “Lyra,” she said, voice still calm, “if you are Luna by right, then your bond with Kael should hold. Stand beside him.” Lyra froze.

“You were the one the Don loved most. You have to live on for him.” I opened my mouth to offer some empty platitude, but a line of blood-red text exploded in front of my eyes. It wasn't a hallucination. The words floated above Leo’s head like a neon sign. 【Give me a break. This guy’s a terrible actor. Raphael is in Colombia right now, sunbathing with his side piece.】 I blinked hard. The text was still there, and now it was scrolling. 【Wake up, girl! The coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】

“I loved Leo; I loved him so much that I felt happy even having to be the third person in their relationship. I loved him to the point that I didn't blame him for brutalizing my body for nearly two hours. But so what? I take no pleasure in being with a controlled corpse, and I am being controlled no differently than he is.” — Omega Rika. == LEO’S POV ==

Leo greeted. Levi’s eyes changed when he saw him. Leo felt the appraising glance for a moment and felt the rejection. There was still some interest in his eyes. The reason became clear a second later. “Leo Adley? I’m such a fan of your books!” Levi said with enthusiasm. That wasn’t something that Leo had been expecting. He froze for a second and then he smiled. It was a tight smile. “I’m pleased to meet a fan.” “I hoped I would run into you at some point because this is the publisher you use,” Levi continued speaking. “I’ve been a fan since your first book.”

Chloe drew the cup small and dark and the figure still. Léo came home at four without the crutch. Chloe looked at his hand and the crutch was not there. He was holding it loosely at his side, not using it, just carrying it the way you carry something you might need but haven't needed yet. He lowered himself into the chair slowly, his leg straight in front of him, and saw the sketchbook on the table. "What are you drawing?" "The building. I finished it." He reached for the sketchbook and she pushed it toward him. He looked at the drawing for a long time, his finger tracing the bench, finding the small figure and the cup, looking at the connections at the corners, the shadow under the wall, th

Leo said, as if this settled something. Dante leaned back slightly in his chair, and she caught the change in his posture from across the room, the way the set of his shoulders shifted by just a fraction, something loosening that she had not seen loosen before. He was looking at Leo the way she sometimes caught him looking at things he hadn't expected to find interesting. "What do you do?" Dante asked. Leo blinked. "I'm five." "Five-year-olds do things." "I draw," Leo said. "Mostly dinosaurs. I can draw a T-rex from memory. Do you want to see?"

Leo texted me ten minutes ago, with a photo of him and his friends, with the text 'wish you were here' plastered over the picture of them smiling into the camera. The image only makes me even more sure I got him the right gift, he deserves so much, and there's so much I want to give him. I want to be the guy in the photo with him, and experience life looking just as happy as he does in that photo. I go through our texts from the past week all the way up until my driver announces we're here, and once I get into the elevator, for the first time in a long time, I'm excited to be home, to surprise Leo a week early, on his birthday.

"Dmitri wants to see you in the library later. We have a list of names for you to memorize. People you’ll meet at the next dinner. You’ll be charming. You’ll be vague. And you’ll be ours." The door closed with a soft thud. Leo picked up a slice of apple. It was sweet, but he couldn't stop thinking about the "sanctuary." He wondered if a bird in a cage ever convinced itself that the bars were just there to keep the wind out. He picked up a charcoal pencil and began to draw. Not a masterpiece. Just a small, hidden eye, buried under a la yer of beautiful, lying flowers.

Leo called out happily, his sweet voice echoing through the silent hall. Elara instantly knelt down, her liquid-obsidian gown cascading gracefully around her as she opened her arms to catch him. She pulled Leo into a warm, fierce, and loving embrace, kissing his cheek gently, while Tyler crouched beside them, placing his large, warm hand protectively over Leo’s back and ruffling the boy's hair with a soft, affectionate smile.

Rachel POV I sat in the lush courtyard grass, my laptop open and textbooks scattered around me. The soft breeze and the sound of Leo’s laughter made a perfect, peaceful backdrop for studying. Across the lawn, Leo was in his element, giggling uncontrollably as he chased two of Damien’s guards. The large, intimidating men were putting on a spectacularly bad performance of losing every race, letting the small boy climb onto their backs as they stood perfectly still, pretending to be defeated monsters.