Raph X Leo Novels & Stories

He ordered. "You already have yours out." As soon as the words left my mouth, our leader gave me a pointed look. I rolled my eyes and decided to bring out my own workbook when Leo gave us a worried glance. I am doing this for Leo and not Xander! Leo is the perfect leader. Even the Ninja Turtles thinks so too. I noticed how Romeo seemed to get closer once I opened my workbook. "Hey. Personal space." I told him. "Sorry, I don't have my own workbook yet." He sheepishly says and grinned like an idiot.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

he thought, feeling grateful for the friendships they had built through shared experiences. Later that evening, Leo sat on the porch, sketchbook in hand, trying to capture the essence of the day. He wanted to preserve the beauty of the views and the joy of the moments they had shared. “I need to remember this,” he told himself, pouring his heart into his drawings.

His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for. Leo was professing his love after all this time and what he wanted to do within the next five year of his life. But did he even realize that five hears has passed that he did not talk to her? She could not help but question it all, Capri would not stop her life to let him in after this realization.

Alex responded unrestrainedly, "I do have a problem. Who are you?" "You can call me Leo. As for my real name, you’re not qualified to know, nor is there a need for you to know. All that matters is that I know you. Your name is Alex Cohen, right? I heard that you've recently become so popular in Quill City and so damn cool that you've almost forgotten your last name. I was just curious and purposely came to see the powerful legend. As expected...your reputation outshines you. I really can’t see anything praiseworthy from you."

A minute later Keyla heard cupboard doors opening in the kitchen. Leo, at the table with paper and crayons, was drawing something he'd been working on since breakfast. Three figures in a house — the same round heads and stick bodies he always used, circles for heads, lines for bodies, and a square structure around them with a door. He'd labeled none of them, which was unusual; Usually there would already be letters beside each figure. Something seemed to occur to him. He switched crayons and went back to the drawing. Only then did Keyla look away from the contract. She leaned slightly toward the drawing. "Who's that?"

Leo looked up, his dark blue eyes locking onto Sophia with a sharp, serious curiosity that nearly made Victoria lose her composure right then and there. "It's a garage," Leo corrected solemnly, his voice a sweet, high-pitched chirp. "For my race cars. They need a place to hide from the rain." "A garage! That is super important," Victoria said quickly, kneeling down on the grass beside him. "Do you need another construction worker? I’m very good at digging tunnels."

Leo shook his head, seemingly disappointed or perhaps confused by my admission. "I don't know what to tell you, Archer, but it's obvious you're confused. You want her by your side, yet you refuse to admit that you're in love with her. If you did, your fear of overwhelming Lavina with your possessiveness—and the shadow you conceal—might just push her away," Leo observed. His gaze held a deep understanding, signaling that he knew me better than anyone else, even better than my parents. Only Leo was privy to the true depths of my nature.

He apologized. Not saying anything, Leo read through the content of the tablet. The caption read, “CELEBRITY FASHION STYLIST RUNNING A FINANCIAL RETIREMENT PLAN BETWEEN THE CEO OF ROBIN MOTORS AND SAN FRANCISCO FASHION STYLIST, ZAC LEWIS WITH HER SON, SINCLAIR."

"Leo was boring, though. He just reads his big book." Zara carried Mia into the massive living room. The floor to ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the city, but Zara's eyes were only on her boys. Leo was sitting cross legged on a plush white rug, carefully turning the pages of an encyclopedia about marine biology. He looked up, his dark, serious eyes, Lucian's eyes meeting hers. He gave her a small, mature nod that always made Zara's heart twist. "Welcome back, Mother," Leo said politely.