Raphael Santiago Novels & Stories

So she remained silent and waited for what she had to say. “Your parents—Hazel and Jonathan—were just newly weds then. Easy and slow, they regularly stroll the outskirts of Dela Paz. To the grass plains and the river, to the bridge that marks the borderline of Dela Paz and Malaban, they would always go there and hang around. One day, from their usual walk, they brought home an infant. It was one of the rare instances that Hazel was extremely happy. She went to me and said she would be the mom of the child.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

I remember thinking, on the drive over, that I would feel sorry for him. Then I saw him. Rafael Belmont at twenty-seven was the most beautiful and the most terrifying thing I'd ever stood in front of. He wore his grief like armor, his face blank, his posture controlled, nothing escaping through the cracks. But the moment his eyes met mine across the room, something happened that I still couldn't name. The world went very quiet. Just for a second.

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."

I questioned as my gaze fell on the young lady behind her. “Oh, you mean, Sophia?” Aunt Marigold gracefully tugged the lady to the front, brushing her hair. “This is Princess Sophia. The daughter of Alpha Atlas of the Cage Moon Pack. She is your betrothed from birth, and it's time for you to meet her so both families can kick off the marriage preparations,” Aunt announced, and my face drew closer to her in confusion.

She tried to look down and tried not to show her face. “Syke, this is my friend Weva Cartera, Wevz for short and Wevz this is my cousin Syke Rafael Fontanilla. He is the owner of this house.” Gia introduced them to each other. Wevz slightly looked at the man. She saw him, looked at her a bit and immediately turned his attention to what he was doing. “Hi.” He said shortly.

--- “No matter how fast you run, you can't hide from your destiny because destiny has its way of finding you.” --- A tiny figure was running in the darkness of the alleyway. A fourteen-year-old girl, huffing, struggling to get enough oxygen for her lungs to function smoothly. Her tiny frame was trembling like a leaf, cheeks stained with tears. She was holding a shiny object in her shaky hands close to her chest, as if her life depended on it. The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago.

He looked like he regretted letting it slip. "I've already said too much; she is going to kill me if she finds out I said anything." "And I'm going to kill you right now if you don't start talking," I pulled out my gun and drummed it against my knee. "Come on, man, I've told you everything I know." "Tell me about the boy, you said there is a boy." "Ah, what do you want? His name is Cesare; he's four years old. That's all."

"I don't want you to think that just because I showed up, I'm after money of something, because I'm not" she says going straight for the punch. I slide a file out from under the tray Lucy just set on the table and open it. "Gionina Raquel Daniels, born March seventeenth, nineteen-ninety-two, you were in and out of foster homes until the age of ten when you were adopted by a lovely gay black couple from Rochester" I glance over to see her eyeing the file in my hand.

Dante: “The fucking bastard bought Mikhail’s shares, and had him as his CEO, or in other words, puppet; that means, that we are now partners with Giovanni and Mattia, while working with a puppet of the two bastards” Leonardo said, handing me the file that just arrived “and it doesn’t seem like Mikhail would withdraw on any of his shares now that he has Giovanni by his side” “The man is sick” I said, watching as Aurora sat down to look at the two of us.