Raphael Hamato Novels & Stories

Raphael replied with a mild smile. Turning to face me, Raphael introduced me to him."Nicole he is a relative from my grand mother's side. My great uncle's son. Andres meet my wife, Nicole" I extended my hand to him and he took it with such an iron grip, startling and making me recoil. "Homero García. Raphael told me of the attack you all encountered. How is Alessio? I'm sure he must be so blood thirsty right now" Homero said with a mirthful laughter.

Please, Raphaël, sit down. He looks my age, and contrary to what I'd imagined (damn prejudice) he's very virile. Well-built, muscular, jet-black hair with a few scattered streaks of electric blue. He's got a pierced eyebrow and tattooed forearms. My companions and Reed grunt in chorus, and Raphaël, who quickly catches on, bursts out laughing. This doesn't slow him down and he crosses the room, under inquisitive glances, to place me on the sofa.

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Might as well have him wipe it with a napkin instead of using the back of his hand. Both men frowned at me before seeing me pull out two napkins to hand to Dante before throwing inside the car. He looked at them for a second before taking them from me and wiping his nose again. “Eva D’Angelo” I said, extending my hand for him to shake, letting him know that I meant them no harm “daughter of Beta, or in other words, ex beta, Mattia D’Angelo and Gabriella D’Angelo. Keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, and as a relation to you, I believe that I am brother’s mate…”

“Please, think of what I just said thoroughly and think of the pain that we all lived because of the man before thinking of deciding something like this. For my sake, and for the sake of the years that the two of us have lived through together, please do this for me.” “Donatello…” “As for Ezra going to Rome. If I were you, I would be supporting him. At least, he is doing what I, as our children’s father, couldn't do.” He said, walking toward the door. My heart ached and I shook my head as tears formed in my eyes. “At least I know that our children’s, and our lost pack members’ blood would not be going in vain. That is something that I would not only be proud of, but it is something that I wo

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

We laughed more every other days and have fun with Hailey at school. “I’ve never done these things before,” Angelo suddenly said while we are on the school building’s rooftop to see the golden sunset. The golden light seems like a phone filter touching our skin. Everything looks golden and beautiful, everything the sun’s light touches. “What things?” I asked and tried looking at him. He climbed up on the barrier that I almost freaked out. Gladly, I remembered he isn’t human. “Making fun of people,” he answered. Hailey copied him and sat on it raising both her feet playing with them.

"Raphael Marcos?" "You know my father?" "Of course! He is a friend of my parents too. Same with your mother." "I didn't know. I don't know you." "I'm James Bola to be exact," he smiled sweetly. "I'm Raphaela Marcos." "Ah-huh! So, you are his daughter? I heard a lot about you." "Like?" "You're an artist. Your father is inviting us to your next exhibit. Cool!" His praises didn't even touch my soul. Neither I was happy because he knew me and he was invited to my next exhibition.

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.