Raph X Leo Novels & Stories

Noah said. "People here talk about you like you are," Leo leaned against the bar, his eyes sparkling with genuine interest. "I saw your routine on the old tapes. You are good and…” He weighed Noah from head to toe and back up. “Sexier in person.” he added flirtatiously. A nervous breathless laugh caught in Noah’s throat as a dusty rose stained his cheeks. "Thank you." "Well," Leo reached into his pocket and pulled out a marker, grabbing a napkin from the bar. He scribbled a number down and slipped it into Noah’s hand.

The walls were lined with thousands of physical books and digital drives, the combined knowledge of the Voss era, repurposed for a world that no longer worshiped power. Leo, now a sturdy five-year-old with a smudge of soot on his cheek and his father’s sharp, observant eyes, sat at her feet. He was busy drawing in the margins of a thick piece of parchment. "What are you making, Leo?" Lydia asked, leaning down. "A bridge," Leo said without looking up. "One that doesn't break when the wind blows." Lydia felt a familiar, quiet warmth in her chest. It wasn't the searing heat of the Omega, but the steady glow of a life well-earned.

Leo opened his small bag and took out a paper. He gave it to her proudly. Naomi looked at it. Her breath caught. It was a simple drawing. A small boy. A woman. And a tall man beside them. The man had no clear face. But something about the shape… The height… The posture… It felt familiar. Too familiar. Naomi’s fingers tightened slightly on the paper. “Do you like it?” Leo asked. Naomi forced a smile. “Yes… it’s beautiful.” Leo beamed. “I made him tall,” he said. “Because I think my daddy is strong.”

A text from Sofia, one of my cleaners . Sofia: Hayes Global wants us for the executive floor again. Double pay. I grin. Double pay means new sneakers for Leo. Or maybe that preschool trip to the zoo he keeps talking about. “Mommy, look!” Leo shoves a crayon drawing under my nose. A stick figure with wild hair : me, probably—holding hands with a smaller one. There’s a weird brown blob on the smaller figure’s shoulder. “That’s my special mark,” he says proudly .

It didn't take them long to finish eating, and without wasting any time, Luna finally addressed the topic that had been intriguing her. "So, tell me who you really are," Luna prompted, making Leo pretend to ponder. "Remember, if you lie to me, I'll definitely return those two gifts," Luna warned before Leo could even open his mouth. "Alright, I'll start from the beginning to tell you everything," Leo responded. "Everything, from start to finish," Luna confirmed. "I'm Leo Faxson, sixteen years old, a student, blood type AB, height one hundred eighty centimeters, I play the piano as a hobby, and I'm a descendant of Dean Faxson. My home is in Atherton, and—"

Ryan said "You are right of course, do as you wish." Owen said and stopped talking. After looking around for while, Ryan walked back to his room and was met with Leo's gazing eyes "Where have you been?" He asked "I was walking around looking at the defenses they have and how to attack them." Ryan answered "Sometimes, I wonder how you became my friend and Alpha." Leo said shaking his head in dismay "I don't get it." Ryan said "Of course you wouldn't get it, why stress walking around? Their town is very big and you will not finish walking around in the next two weeks even if you speed around, the blue prints is the only way." Leo said

Leo cheered, skidding to a halt beside my chair and thrusting the paper right into my lap. I looked down at the drawing, a soft, involuntary smile breaking across my face. It was drawn in bold, vibrant colors. In the center was a stone castle with blue flags on the turrets. Standing in the grass out front were three stick-figure people holding hands. On the left was a figure with black hair in a red dress labeled Mommy. On the right was a broad figure colored in black crayon labeled Mr. Tyson. And right between them, holding both of their hands with a yellow smiley face, was a smaller figure labeled Leo.

Rayhan added as he walked down the steps, raising an eyebrow as he looked at me. Folding my arms, I pouted slightly. “You have a point…” Kiara laughed as Corrado looked between Leo and Al. His eyes became wide as saucers. “Oh, I see it!” Both tattooed men looked at him, Alejandro smirked as Leo raised an eyebrow. Both speaking at the same time. “I'm his secret role model.” “We’re nothing alike.” Leo glared at him. “Like I said, we aren’t alike…” Dante simply chuckled, pulling the trunk shut, and leaned against it. “Oh, you two definitely have so much in common. It isn’t a bad thing.”

He ribbed, earning a scowl from Xavier. "Oh, so now you're the maid ? If she's hungry, she knows where to order for breakfast, not you." " I did order for-!" I tried to chip in to defend myself. "The fucking flowers? What are those for?" But Xavier cut me off as he looked at the flowers Leo was holding with disgust scrunching up at his brows. Leo cackled. "Isn't it obvious? I took my time to sort for these beautiful flowers as a sign of my devotion and love for Crystal Thorne." He declared, facing me.

"You're persistent, huh? Just call me Leo," "Alright, Leo? What work do you really do?" Kalixo sat on the pavement. They are at the pier. "It's none of your business. You know it's really dangerous to be with me. Thank enough your a Montenegro," "And what do you mean by that, dude?" Leo's brows curved. He sighed. He pulled out his phone. Kalixo saw his wallpaper, it's a picture of Leo and a woman. "Who's that? You got yourself some princess?"