Raph X Leo Novels & Stories

He excused himself briefly, returning with his sketchbook and a piece of charcoal. "What are you drawing?" Silas asked, watching Leo's hand move across the page. "This," Leo said, not looking up from his work. "You, here, now. The way the lamplight catches your hair, the way you're smiling. I want to remember this moment—the night we started planning our wedding."

I hand him the other coffee and he looks at me curiously. “Thank you." He says and then he points at himself in the most adorable way. "I'm Leo.” He grins a beautiful and embarrassed smile with the most gorgeous dimples. “Frank can be cranky, but there is a sliver of good in there somewhere.” He chuckles. “I hope your parents liked it.” 'Touch him, Elise please, just touch his arm.' Lily can barely contain herself. “Do you wear those all the time?” I point at his glasses, I desperately want to look into his eyes.

Leo replaced one breast as he sucked on it while the other breast continued to massage the other breast. Slowly I unzipped his fly and I brought his pants down, and revealing his gray boxers. His boxers made him look sexy but that wasn't my concern now because right now they were just in my way. Leo broke contacts and I moaned in displeasure, he took down his pants and his boxers revealing his rock cock. It is standing in erect, and I reached out my hand and grabbed it. It was such a huge and hot shaft and my cunt pricked for attention.

Leo whispered into my ear I sighed and looked away from them, "It's just so heartbreaking to see him with her and he doesn't even care" "And that's why you should also act like you don't care, do it and watch him cave him" "Alright and thank you, Leo, for accepting to do this with me" "You're welcome" He smiled, The class was finally over for the day, I stood up with Leo ready to leave when Xander and Xacky walk Into our class, they always draw attention every fucking time, "Lunch?" Xander asked with his two hands tucked into his pant pockets, "Sure" Leo smiled, he held my hand as we left for the cafeteria, we took our seats with Xander and Xacky, seconds later Xavier walked in with Matilda

"You're back! Look what I made!" I dropped to my knees and caught him in my arms, lifting him into a tight hug. The scent of baby powder and clean clothes instantly made all the lingering stress leave my muscles. "Oh, sweetie! Let me see. What did you draw?" Leo held up the paper proudly. It was a drawing of a big blue boat on a wavy green sea, with a very tall man, a woman, and a little boy standing on the deck. The tall man had black hair, just like Julian.

The bread he brought back lay untouched on the table. Leo looked better today. A little color in his cheeks. A little more energy. He drew something on the wall with a blunt pencil — two stick figures, holding hands. One had messy hair. The other had a hat. “Who’s that?” Matteo asked, pointing at the drawing. Leo grinned sleepily. “That’s me. And that’s your boss.” Matteo’s breath caught. “Why him?” “Because he looks like someone who doesn’t smile. But I think maybe he wants to.”

Marcus watched quietly, this was the first time he had seen Leo get attached to someone, he couldn't just believe this was happening. For the first time that day, Leo seemed calm. Lyra took out a box of crayons and placed two papers on the table. She picked a crayon and drew two simple figures;one was her, the other was a small boy standing side by side. Leo watched, then reached for a crayon. Slowly, he added a small love shape between them. Lyra smiled. When it was time to leave, Marcus stood. “We’ll be going now,” he said softly.

Leo arrived soon after, bouncing into the room with his usual energy, carrying a small stack of drawings. “Mama! Papa! Look at what I made!” he exclaimed. I knelt to examine the pictures, boats, castles, suns, and small stick figures holding hands. My chest warmed at the sight. “They’re beautiful, Leo. You’ve done a wonderful job.”

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

International Academe. Rafael’s voice echoed in her head. “The owner of the university and our family are related.” “Wait…” she said slowly. “R.O.J. stands for... Rammel Oliver Jordan?” Lexie blinked a few times, trying to absorb the weight of that revelation. “R.O.J… Rammel Oliver Jordan?” she repeated, her voice quieter this time, as if saying it out loud would make it any less ridiculous. Ram merely leaned back against the couch, sipping his coffee like it was any ordinary afternoon and not the moment her entire reality had just shifted.