Raph X Leo Novels & Stories

Leo was a strange crossbreed between a lion and a tiger, standing on hind legs shaped like an animal's but with hooves instead of claws. "Did you rip your clothes?" I asked him, taking off my jacket. Leo nodded, and I asked Philippe if there were spare clothes in the car. "Here," Philippe said. Moments later, we were climbing down the stairs. It happened quickly; Leo flinched and then curled in on himself as his body began to contort back into a man. "Ah," he said as he stretched his arms and his back. He picked up the clothes and wore them quickly. "Where to?" Philippe asked as we all entered the van.

A perfect grade is tempting, but the thought of working closely with Liam, given how we’ve clashed so far, is both challenging and intriguing. “Alright, we’ll do it,” I said. “We’ll get started then,” Leo answered as well. As we leave the office, I glance at Leo. There’s a newfound seriousness in his eyes, and for a moment, the animosity between us feels less significant than the task at hand. "If we are going to work together. Then we should introduce ourselves. I am Rachel Snow" I said as we both stopped in our tracks, facing each other. "Leonardo Lugard," He said reciprocating my handshake.

Leo looked up at me and grinned, his mouth ringed in purple from a grape Popsicle he’d snuck earlier. “Mommy, did you know T-Rexes can’t hug?” I blinked, caught off guard. “They can’t?” He held up the book proudly. “Too short arms.” I laughed. The sound came out thin, but it was real. “Poor T-Rex. Maybe they blow kisses instead.” Leo giggled. “Like this?” He puckered and blew a dramatic kiss across the room. I caught it midair and pressed it to my heart. Somehow, in all the chaos and fear, this boy reminded me what love looked like. Unfiltered. Unafraid. Completely untainted by the cruelty I once mistook for affection.

He had a hint of a moustache sprouting on his top lip and the kindest, eager puppy eyes. I looked away from him. The last thing I want right now is to encourage him into thinking that I am interested in romance. “Thank you for helping me with my desk this morning. You didn’t have to.” “Oh, please,” Lea said with a wave of her hand. “No need to be so kind. Leo loves to help. Also, he thinks that going out of his way to be kind is going to get him a girlfriend.” “Lea!” Leo said, his face and ears turning red.

I smile at him, after burying my heartache. "Thank you for helping me focus on the facts about Leo..." I say, grateful. He cocks his eyebrow at me. "Leo?" I roll my eyes. "It's so much easier to call him Leo than say his whole name - LEO. NIDAS...It's just too long" I shake my head. For the rest of the evening, Felix and I spend talking about so many topics. For instance, I learned that he loves writing poems, hiking and drawing. I had asked him to recite one of his poems to me, but all he did was blush and shake his head no - so I guess I couldn't force him. Throughout our conversation, I wanted to ask him about his life as a rouge but I know it would be too personal to ask.

"Nice to meet you too, Rain. I like your name." "I like yours too!" Rain exclaimed, her eyes shining and forgetting about the chastising just now. "It sounds like a lion!" Leo's chest puffed out even further with a grin splitting his face from ear to ear. "It is named after a lion! A big, strong lion." River gave up and watched the interaction with a smile. It had been a long time since she'd seen Rain this excited She, however, forced herself to act neutral. “It seems Rain has made a new friend, Finn. This must be Leo."

Even simple things like breakfast or sleep now felt secondary to whatever crisis arrived next. Leo sat beside me at the kitchen table working on a drawing when Dylan entered. For the first time in days, the sight immediately softened his expression. It wasn't a dramatic change. Most people probably wouldn't have noticed it. But I did. No matter how much pressure surrounded him, Leo still managed to reach the part of Dylan untouched by business, investigations, and violence. Watching that happen always reminded me of the man beneath everything else. "Look," Leo announced proudly. He held up a piece of paper covered in colorful marker drawings. Three stick figures stood beneath a bright blue s

“Dad, look!” Leo exclaimed, his voice clear but still small. I turned, stunned, to the doctor. "What is that? I thought the gift was a piece of candy." "It's a charcoal sketch I did of the Catskills. I have a small portfolio here. When I saw him with his coloring pencils, I thought he might appreciate the focus on structure and line," Frederick confessed with a wide, genuine grin. His explanation finally clicked and proved how thoughtful he was. “Thank you for being so considerate, Frederick.”

Raphael responded glancing between Pedro and myself. “Great then.” I stated. “What did I miss?” Leo took the floor and updated me on everything I had missed because I was writing a test. The entire time, I could feel Raphael’s heated gaze burning holes through me, he didn’t even bother looking away or pretending he was not staring when I would glance at him, from where I sat, you could pick up the annoyance on his facial expression. “So we decided that you will do the first part of the presentation.” Leo told me. “Are you ok fine with that?”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking about what they could do for Leah. Francesca noticed that Ray had turned his right hand over and was absently running his thumb over the back of the three-headed dragon tattoo that had been inked on his wrist since he was sixteen. Francesca looked at Ray contemplatively. “What would you do if you were Leah?” She asked Ray quietly. Ray’s head snapped in Francesca’s direction. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds, then he quietly asked, “What do you mean?”