Raphael Rhythm Thief Novels & Stories

~ (Raziel) I was basking in the warm sunlight, admiring the vibrant greenery of my newly planted shrubs, when Raphael's urgent mind link shattered the serenity of the moment. The familiar sensation of his mental touch was like a silver wave crashing over me, and I could sense the desperation emanating from him. His words tumbled into my mind, laced with a sense of panic. "I know this is going to sound insane, but I'm really in a bind and could use your guys' help... like right now."

I couldn’t help myself but rub his hair and mess it up. Right after Jayler left, I brought myself back at my music table and I was already rewriting Bulletproof. Not really rewriting but I was adding some words and notes and melody. I thought this song might be better if I add a whole bridge to it and add some variations. I grabbed my guitar and started playing the song once again along with adding some lyrics and new notes.

The little trails of music were slowly left behind by the beats of Monsters by Ruelle which played into the scene fitting every line of action that played. The scene transits to the location where John and Raphael were and as it was seen, Raphael instantly turned over with a great shock which was recorded by the crease and crinkle on his face and brows. His attention was called by a loud drum beat which came along with the music that played. He turned back at John and said to the lad : "Go now,." "Fight John." Raphael struggled to plant the seed of confidence in the heart of the lad. The beat hit once more as it caused a more worried-stagnant expression on the face of the Angel.

“To pee. Then I’m going to sit in my bed and see if I can get a hold of Riley. I can’t believe he hasn’t called me yet.” “Who’s Riley?” Caleb’s tone turns defensive. “Your boyfriend?” “No. My best friend.” I say as I close the bathroom door. “He’s a human. Gavin is my boyfriend. Well, he was until he broke my wrist. His wolf was the one who attacked me the other night. Which is crazy because he has been trying to make me jealous so I’ll date him again. He even asked me to be his chosen mate, like, fifteen minutes before his wolf Blade went all ‘Cujo’ on me.”

She believes that no surgery is small and considering the fact that her mum's surgery was somehow complicated she was scared. Bella's mum's surgery was to last for an hour so she sat at the waiting area. She noticed someone beside her but just ignored the person. She brought out her phone to send texts to people that needed to know that her mum was in the hospital. The first person she texted was Mr. Anderson because she knew how much he cared about her mum. She had the chance to talk to him severally after her graduation and saw him as a father figure. He introduced his daughter Catty Raqueal to Bella and the twins. Raquel had a long brown loose curly hair. Her brown eyes were really capt

I shrugged. “Maybe.” Rafael watched me for a few seconds, then his eyes dropped briefly to the glass in my hand before coming back to my face. “I don’t know why... you don’t feel unfamiliar in my head. I feel...” he stopped, and for the first time, I saw his calm crack, just a small pause in the middle of a breath. “Like there’s already a rhythm between us.” I stayed quiet because that was the mature choice. The alternative was dropping my pinot noir onto the deck and pretending this old wood had suddenly developed telepathic abilities. “A rhythm,” I repeated.

Raphael's hand slid down, cupping the back of Liam's thigh, hoisting one of Liam's heavy legs up over his hip, pinning him securely against the slick marble wall. Every touch was deliberate and heavy. Raphael pushed himself forward, his hips aligning with Liam's in a slow, relentless rhythm that had Liam biting down hard on Raphael's shoulder to keep from crying out into the tiled room. The sound of pounding water was drowned out by the heavy, rhythmic slap of slick skin, the sharp gasps of breath, and the low, gutteral groans echoing off the wet glass.

"We’re not done yet." The room pulsed with tension as they prepared for the next round, anticipation filling the air. The two blondes exchanged nervous glances, but the excitement in the room was undeniable. Raphael was about to take things to a whole new level, pushing them all into a night of indulgence and reckless pleasure. “Ahhh fuck! Racheal growled as he threw his head backwards gripping his hair. “Yes baby, just like that! Rapheal and Victor were ruining the same Blondie over and over again while the other one waited in pleasure, satisfying herself with her fingers as she waited for her turn.

Damian beside him, reading packet traces and memory dumps with the same precision he once used to read a weapon schematic. They found fragments of intrusion logs, encrypted messages, and ghost protocols — lines of code that shouldn’t exist, but did. And buried deep in one of the old data caches, Eli found something strange. A file labeled “RHYTHM.” He opened it cautiously. Instead of text or video, the file contained audio — faint breathing, a slow pulse, and the sound of someone whispering a word over and over. He turned up the volume. The whisper became clearer. “Damian.”

I stammered, the words catching in my throat, tripping over themselves, a humiliating struggle to form a simple sentence, to articulate a basic fact, a basic concept. The investors watched, their faces, moments ago attentive, now etched with confusion, with a dawning impatience, with pity. They didn’t understand. They didn’t understand the battle. The goddamn war raging inside me. Against the past, against the present, against the man standing before me, wielding his power like a weapon. How in the world is Damien the new person who was collaborating? The hidden partner? The face behind this massive investment? The owner? . Those dark, fathomless pools that saw everything, that seemed to see