Raphael Santiago Novels & Stories

I’m just hoping it’ll not rain or else I’ll get no sleep. “I’m sorry,” I lift my head to see the man I am looking for these past days to some and help me. “Angelo, you’re here,” I said sobbing. He kneeled down to cup my face and wipe my tears out. “I hesitated when I realized you are a Sagittarius, I’m sorry. Seeing you like this changed my mind,” he continued though I don’t understand a word. I don’t want to understand anything too. All I want is to get out. “Please help me.” “I will.”

RAFAEL She's my mate. My curse. My cure. My fucking everything. -Rafael (Marked by Her). Readers, If you've read this far, please take a moment to share your thoughts about the story so far. Your words mean more than you know. I need all the encouragement I can get. And as for Rafael... I've come to love him. He wasn't the cold, heartless Alpha I once thought he was. He was just broken. And every broken soul deserves a Lila to help him heal.

Nathan puts his hand on my back, and I narrow my eyes at him, but he shrugs. "Unprofessional," I murmur, moving away. "Ryan!" Mr. Phillips approaches, accompanied by a young blonde. They shake hands. "Miss Collins," he offers me his hand, which I accept. "Intelligent and beautiful, Ryan, you have chosen well," he says, putting his hand on my back again. "I agree," Ryan says. Alright, Ryan, I'll let it pass since no one here knows us. "Allow me to introduce my daughter, Stella. Stella, this is Nathan Ryan."

The woman pressed on. The doctor turned to face me. “What is your name?” “Raphael Suarez.” “How old are you?” “Twenty-seven.” “Where are you from?” “Puerto Vallarta and I really need to get back home.” “Can’t you recognize this woman?” “I’ve never met her before.” I snapped. “See, he keeps saying he’s someone else.” The woman barked. “That’s because I’m not who you’re looking for. How many times do I have to say this?!”

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

“and my youngest son, Luca. “Good afternoon,” I greeted, my head down. “A pleasure to meet you all, especially you, Anaya. I am Dante, the oldest as of present,” he leaned, took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, “and these are my siblings, Raffaele, Nico, Leonardo, Adrian and Serena, our youngest,” he gestured to each of them. “It is a pleasure to meet you, too” After that, the afternoon went on smoothly. Then a crash, cups and plates breaking, refreshments spilled and the maids they loked utterly horrified.

then again, why would Alejandro's victim seek audience as regards his life? Alejandro, on the other hand, did not seem quite as pleased to see her. Of course, Caleb had made sure to show her the man on whose behalf she had interrupted his travel, just so he could confirm her story. Caleb couldn't recall seeing Alejandro as rattled as he became, when he noticed her presence. He needed no sorcerer to let him know that Alejandro did not want this woman's help, so, why was she so defiant in this task? Why was she so desperate to save him?

Santiago took a sip from his coffee, placing it firmly down with a soft clink. “Now,” he announced. “I believe a formal introduction is in order.” He took my hand, gently, halting right before his lips. "Santiago Morales – as you already know" he said, his Spanish accent wrapping around each syllable like silk over steel, "but most people call me El León." There was something in the way he said it that told me they didn't call him that for nothing. “And you, la nueva chica?” “Valerie,” I said softly.

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.

Unknown POV "I once served as one of Santiago's most trusted men, privy to his innermost secrets. But after defecting to Lorenzo's camp, I became Santiago's marked man. He wanted me dead, and I knew I had to keep moving to stay alive. I am Andro, the one who was regarded as a mad traitor for deflecting to Lorenzo's camp, who had no empire to call his own.