Raphael Rhythm Thief Novels & Stories

Thalia said sweetly, but her face showed nothing but contempt toward me. I ignored her and turned my attention to the large screen displaying the upcoming presentations. One title caught my eye as it was nearly identical to mine, and Thalia's name was on it. I rushed over and read through it line by line. Every piece of data and every argument matched my paper exactly. This was clearly the result of months of my hard work! How had it become her achievement? She noticed my stare and came up beside me without any hesitation. "What's wrong, Lyra? Does this research look familiar to you?"

"Tade, please... stop, I beg you..." But Tade is far from finished. "You have systematically ruined every single alliance we had!" he screams, his chest expanding as his wolf rumbles. "I warned you about Rapha's sharp mind. He carries the exact same dangerous brilliance as Nyara. But you dismissed him as a useless, plain rogue and convinced me to throw him to the wolves! Look what happened! Rapha is Kaelum! He is the most powerful black-market weapon designer in the world, and we did not even know it!"

It’s not there yet, but it will be what I want it to be. I set aside my doubts, blaming them on an unfair assessment of Nick’s musical-business acumen. He’s no musician but he’ll listen to Roberto, and Roberto I can trust. When he pulls me aside during the break to discuss next season, I shake off the last of my sour mood and force myself to make my own suggestions. Five public performances of my Rhapsody by the Britannia, two in London, two others elsewhere in Britain, and one abroad- perhaps in Paris or Vienna. A further performance in a recording studio for my own album. I will have the solo violin part.

I didn't want to believe that ‘she’ whom everyone regarded as Raven would abandon her plans just like that but it was true. I've gone on several lookouts as a rogue that I am now but I only saw her minions, her presence was gone from this country totally. “Luca” Raphael came up to me. Since I'm one of them he's been like the father figure owing to the fact that I can't face father after betraying him with my betrayal of a mate. Actually Raphael's daughter is Chelsea and I'm dating her as part of the full ritual in becoming one of them. I'm only one of them because Mia's betrayal had pushed me into it. Yes! The blame is on her.

I say. Hunt flinches at the casual mention of the fact that Raoul seems to have it out for me. He is the leader of the Thieve's Guild and ever since we joined it has seemed as if he wants me gone. Not just out either, but gone. Completely. I will just have to add him to the list that seems to be getting longer and longer lately.

Both Angoori and Hector made sounds at the back of their throat when their bodies hit the ground hard. Valerie turned to see what happened, but when her eyes landed on a dark figure who looked so dark that he is surrounded by some kind of black fog-like thing. It's difficult to make out anything. But her heart began to pound violently. She knows without a doubt that the man who is pinning down Hector and Angoori is none other than Raphael. "Raphael?" "Raphael " "Boss" Valerie, Hector, and Angoori spoke at once. But Raphael looked at them blankly. He couldn't recollect who they are. His mind is filled with unexplainable rage and anger. The urge to kill anyone and everyone is so strong, that h

"Let your nephew do what I'll tell him tomorrow. If it is done, he will benefit from it." On the second day, a foreigner came to the Close Safe office and asked if there was a masterpiece painting called "World Stream" by the famous painter Cappilucha in the store. Seeing that it was a high-profile guest from outside of town, the owner of the office invited him into the inner room and sold him the fake "World Stream" painting.

My name is Luna Marchetti, and at twenty-two years old, I had mastered the art of disappearing in plain sight. My fingers moved automatically through the Bach suite—I'd played it a thousand times. Muscle memory carried me through while my mind wandered to darker places. The stack of bills in my apartment. My mother's latest blood work. The way her hands shook when she thought I wasn't watching. *Three thousand dollars*, I thought bitterly. That's what I needed just to keep the lights on and the doctors paid. Tonight's gig would barely make a dent. The string quartet played on. First violin took the lead, viola filled the harmony, and I anchored them all with my cello's deep, mournful voice.

I fling my leather jacket over my shoulder and grab my acoustic guitar in it’s case and head out to my gig. The NightingaleCafe is jam packed tonight as I take the stage, setting myself on the stool center stage and adjusting the microphones. “Good evening everyone! How are we all doing this evening?” I pause for reaction and get applause and some whistles. “In case you don’t know me yet, as I see some new faces in the audience I am Aldo Reed and I will be performing for your acoustic pleasure tonight.” my eyes gaze over the audience catching glimpses of about half a dozen new faces towards the back, but have to force myself not to audibly gasp at the beauty in the front, sitting between Sid

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BETRAY ME?! IF YOU WANT TO GRAB MY CLIENTS, YOU MUST PLAY WITH SENSE! NOT WITH THIS FUCKING WAY" Rapheal chuckled sarcastically as he casually put the folder back on the table. "Why? Are you mad?" he taunted. " I'M ANGRY OF COURSE! BECAUSE YOU'VE BETRAYED ME, RAPHEAL! WHY ARE YOU ALREADY TURNING OUT OF A RULE LIKE THIS, HUH?! TLIF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME, YOU SHOULD DEAL WITH ME"