Raph X Leo Novels & Stories

Making her even breaths to fill the rooms silence. Leaning back. Leo picks his glass to take a sip. While taking out the envelope from his pockets. Staring at the words written at the top. He narrows his eyes. "To Princess Camilia" Opening the envelope. He sees a couple of pictures inside. And as soon as he sees pulls out the first one. His grip on the picture tightens. It was of Scarlett,, naked under him. As he entered her. And Leo feels pure rage coarse inside him. He was seeing red , his wolf rising inside him. Thrashing. And he sends a mind link.

The following morning, Leo sat alone in the sanctuary garden. A piece of charcoal in his hand. A blank sheet of parchment before him. He wasn't thinking. Wasn't planning. Wasn't trying. His hand simply moved. Stroke after stroke. Line after line. Until a face appeared. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Golden eyes. A scar across one cheek. Perfectly detailed. Perfectly accurate. Leo stared at the drawing in confusion. Then looked up as footsteps approached. Mira stopped beside him. Saw the portrait. And dropped the prophecy book.

“I was just starting to enjoy the silence.” Anyone in this room would think we are having a friendly conversation, little will they know that a war is being fought right in front of them. He smiles again — slow, maddening, like he already knows I’ll have to speak to him again. And I hate that even more than I hate him showing up. --- It's late at night and I watch Leo scribble in his sketchbook on the floor. He has drawn a man. Tall. He has a big smile and two black dots for eyes.

What about you? Leo’s fingers hovered. He typed nothing. [Raven]: Guess you’re shy. That’s fine. I’ll see you later in the game. The chat closed. Leo stared at the empty space where her words had been, then shut the app coldly. He wasn’t here for friendships. He wasn’t here for distractions. He opened his notebook instead, flipping to a clean page. This time, he wrote. Sell manuals online. Build prototypes. Need money first. The plan was forming. Slowly, piece by piece, like the games he mastered.

Still, she could not stop looking toward it. At almost the same hour Leo sat cross legged on his bedroom floor working on his own picture. He drew Seraphina first. That part came easily. Then himself beside her.He hesitated longer after that. The third figure remained blank for several minutes. Finally, he drew a tall man.No face. Only height. Broad shoulders.One hand extended.Then he added something near the shoulder. A small star.Leo looked at it. He touched the mark unconsciously through his shirt. “Who are you?” he asked quietly.No answer came.

Leo let out a breathy laugh. I shut my eyes, refilling my lungs with air. I snuggle even closer to his body, relaxing into his hold. I’m still mindlessly rubbing over the bracelet on my wrist. “The water is getting cold,” Leo pressed a kiss on my hair, my ear, “I don’t want your doctor to scold me, Raphael is a scary guy.” I chuckle, shaking my head at his jest. It felt as if my heart was physically submerged in water. This feeling with Leo is swelling in my chest, so tender, so soft.

He was aroused and wanted to have his mate. Freya’s hand stroked through my robe, and right to my chest. She caressed it tenderly. “Freya,” I softly breathed her name, and took her hand away from my chest. “We’ve had a long day. It’s time for us to have a rest.” “But I'm not exhausted, Leo. And I want to start creating memories with you,” she whispered. “Not with sex, Freya. There are other beautiful ways we can….” Still trying to explain things to her when I felt her hand on my cock. She grabbed it and my jaw tightened. Red stirred in my head, struggling to take charge.

Not memory no, something more, A sense of him… just past the door. She shook it off, her jaw set firm, “I will not let it take its turn.” Because she knew what paths it led, What truths it forced, what words it said. And she had built too much, too far, To let that pull become a scar. Leo sat with crayons spread wide, Drawing shapes he couldn’t hide. Gold met color, lines unsure, A world he tried to make feel pure. “Look,” he said, his voice so bright, As Giovanni stepped into sight. She crouched beside him, soft and near, “What have you made, my little seer?” He pointed small, his smile shy, “It’s us… and him. I tried.”

I gulp looking at Leo. “Hey, Leo met his mate on our break.” Char says as she smiles at her Alpha. “Yeah?” I ask, looking at Leo as he gets this dreamy look on his face. “Yeah, Leah is the best she-wolf I have ever seen.” I smile at the look on his face. “Can I ask what it feels like?” Leo looks at me and a frown forms on his face. “Your parents must really be a piece of work.” Leo says as I look down at my plate once more. Almost faceplanting into it as he slaps my shoulder.

He saw the foundation of his world turning to mist. "Papa?" Leo whispered to the speakers. "Leo, don't look at the sky!" Kael’s voice roared. "The beam is mapping your iris! It’s waiting for the King to lock the coordinates!" "I’m not looking at the sky, Papa," Leo said, his jaw locking into a line of sovereign, suicidal resolve. "I’m looking at the Ledger." He reached into his coat and pulled out the broken digital stylus—the one he had used to sign the 14-B transfer. He looked at the black signature on his thumb.