Raphael Hamato Novels & Stories

He only needed the man sitting a few seats away to notice him, just like he had from the very start. Especially because Lorenzo had bet on the rival horse just to get his attention. "Patriarch Greco, I think you’ll owe me a few thousand!" the King’s Beta rose from his leather chair, unable to help himself, almost coming in his pants just because Sapphire Wind was in the lead. "So it seems, Mr. Grimal," Lorenzo replied with fake annoyance, then calmly lifted the wine to his lips. The Beta stayed leaning on the railing, his eyes practically bulging out.

I don’t feel anything for them. Then his eyes landed on Raphael, again. Raphael was standing near his locker, casually stripping off his practice jersey, revealing the sculpted muscle and faint scars of a seasoned hockey player. Sweat glistened on his skin. The way his shoulders flexed as he reached for a towel, the sharp V of his hips disappearing into his compression shorts. Liam’s face warmed. Heat curled low in his stomach before he could stop it. Why him? Of all the people the universe could use to play this damn game? My rival?

"Thank you so much, Raphael. You could have just called instead of coming over.” "I wanted to see your pretty face,” He teased. “A short intro then?" Mum interrupted. “I'm Raphael Maiz, the founder and CEO of Maiz fit, the one that creates sneakers, and the CEO of R luxe, the top clothing brand in the state now.” Mum nodded, "Raphael Maiz? Also the Mafia King of Maiz empire?!". He nodded. His phone beeped in his hand and he stared at it for a while before raising his gaze, “I hope you're okay now, Sapphire. Don't think about that jerk”.

His hand gripped the bowl tightly with his veins on his hands becoming more prominent. Emma hoped he would not break the bowl. What would she tell her mother? He bared his teeth widely. Emma thought she could see sharp points there. It made Emma’s hair stand on end. Rakesh was the guy who kept rats as pets and who Tammy said he once cried because a plant he named Fernando died. And he was baring teeth like that? Yikes. Emma blinked. “Who was that?” “That’s Jon,” Tammy said, saving her confusion. Bless her kind heart.