Raphael Hamato Novels & Stories

I set it on the table, opened the clasp, and flipped back the cover. There was no marked floor plan. No security notes. Nothing except one sheet of white paper that immediately slid out, slipped past my fingers, and landed directly on the table. In front of Rafael. Face-up. THANK YOU RAFA LEMON The drawing of Rafael stood tall across most of the page, with a long black rectangle for a body, arms that reached too far down, hair like an angry cloud, and a pink crown sized appropriately for a hamster. Beside him were lemon trees that looked like diseased broccoli.

But the corner of his lips quivered when someone else walked into the terrace, a teenager with red hair like Raphael, chewing gum loudly and moving with exaggerated swagger. He sat next to Raphael, winked at Elara, then jerked his chin at Atlas. “What’s up?” he said. “Great, and here's the brat,” Graham mumbled again. “Hey, suck a fat one, old man,” the teenager snapped at him. “That's enough now, Theo,” Raphael said. His voice had a deep, rich timbre, and suddenly, Elara imagined Peter Steele sitting in his place. They must have looked quite alike. Atlas didn't seem to have that thought on his mind.

I had never anticipated having my meals until he began to make them. Rapheal was a very fine man, from his hazel eyes that was a divine contrast to his dark hair, his body that could pass for that of a drawing–it was perfect– and he was insanely wealthy. He was also attentive when needed, took small details I didn't notice and openly guarded me.

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

I asked, stopping him and Ezra shook his head. “You grandmother was an omega that I did not accept. Much like Diego, I chose to hide my mating bond. But I had different reasons. Diego did it for power, maybe lust, but what he has with Renata is not what I can call love. The woman has an obsession, maybe, but the man doesn’t love her the way that she loves him. And the purity that he sees in you, the way that he looks at you is not the one that he looks at her.” Mario said, and I looked down at my lap. The man sat beside me, and I wrapped my arm around myself. “I am going to tell you something that I wished someone told me when I was your age.”

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

He walked back to me Laurent, then crouched in front of him again taking his cigarette in his left hand. “How about we start over?" He held out his hand. “I'm Raphael Alvarez." Mr Laurent frowned, his eyes shifting from his hand back to his face. “Go on, take it." Raphael urged. “I am Ronan Alvarez's useless brother. But most importantly…" he paused. “An acquaintance of Atlas Ferdinand." Silence. No one spoke for the next few seconds. Then a snort was heard. The men standing behind seemed to hold their breath as they looked between the men for where the found had come.

I cleared my throat and glared at him for about five seconds before I turned back to face my food. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Raphael's POV. I had a long day at work today. My new project was already coming together but I need more sponsors. It is impossible to go ahead with this project without enough sponsors no matter how much money I and Matteo might shell into it. We need more influential people to support this. I have been trying to think of who would be interested in my project and I just can't seem to figure it out.

" Before long, Raphael and Leah were led into the living room. Ethan and the others frowned when they saw the stark handprint on Raphael's face, as well as how pale Leah was. Her breathing was uneven. "My name is Raphael from Demongate. Greetings to the three top swordsmen and to Mr. Whitehall." Raphael straightened his robes and bowed deeply to them. "Demongate isn't a martial arts sect. Why would you come to the Gladius Sect for help?" Trafford asked, pointing at the seat opposite him. He gestured for Raphael to sit down and speak slowly.

outside of room a man in his early 20 s standing with a hand in his chest and head down. He stopped and looked at his right hand man ...the man said "Lord ..the information of this girl's death already went to human council...I did what you instructed..we have to wait for their reply " ....he smirked and said "Raphael Ralph don't care about the reply of another side ...when someone will break the rule...he or she should die...this is the rule of my world" ...the man nodded in agreement ...he looked at his assistant and said "Clean up the body...give this to my loving Python girl...prepare my dress...I have to attend a function..." ....The man nodded and went inside the room... He was none o