Raphael Rhythm Thief Novels & Stories

Rhyker asked behind me, I jumped and hid my papers. "Nothing." I smiled sheepishly. He narrowed his eyes at me and snatched the papers that I hid behind my back. I'm bad at hiding stuff, I know that. "What is this kind of drawing? You aren't born to be an artist sweetheart." He said with a dramatic sigh, I rolled my eyes at his comment. "I was wondering who might be the enemy that poisoned Raphael and stole some of our herbal portions." "It was an intern and we are still trying to figure out who stole the natural herbs, it must be a thief." He replied casually as if this wasn't important for him, a thief? Rhyker, please be aware of your surroundings.

His teeth were darkened with what seemed like many years of tobacco intake, and his breath stunk of smoke and decayed food. “He was trying to kidnap our Rebecca, don’t you see?” the bald one stated. “Unhand me immediately,” Jacob said in a low threatening voice. “You got the nerve to talk after what we caught you doing?!” the hairy guy bellowed, raising his hand, about to strike Jacob. “Stop James! He wasn’t trying to hurt me. Leave him, John.” Rebecca yelled weakly. The hefty dudes known as James and John stared at each other and then at Rebecca.