Raphael Santiago Novels & Stories

I feel like I want to pinch his cute, chubby cheeks. “You are Raphael?” I asked with doubt and he answered, “Yes” In a cute voice but showed me his true form. He is all white and shining. White long hair, white eyes with white wings, and there’s blue and green energy coming from his palms. Then he turned to a cute little six years old boy again and smiled at me. I am convinced now. “Is he a falling angel too?” I asked Michael while pointing at Raphael. Michael smiled and shook her head, “No” She answered. “He is our healer,” She added.

"The man was born in Nottingham, 54 years ago. He is the eldest child with a twin sister and is currently living in Turkey following his husband. His father is a neurologist, and his mother is a psychiatrist. Many years dead. Raphael himself is an architect who graduated from Cambridge University. He married a woman from Bristol and has one daughter named Aurora Smith." From his seat, Tristan was also enthusiastic to hear what Joseph explained. Even though he had previously heard about Raphael's background directly, he wanted to make sure again whether what Raphael had told was the same as what Joseph would say today. "Raphael first became friends with Andrew John Quartararo when they both s

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

I got ready in record time and when I walk downstairs Rapha is already at the stairs with two coffee to go. " We are late, come on I have a meeting at eight" he tells as he hands me the mug and moves out. *** The drive to the office was quiet, to quiet for my liking so I start to look around, that's when I catch the driver watching me strangely. I inch closer to Raphael and whisper " Who is that?" I ask, pointing at the driver. " That's Raul, Pablos brother. I guess you don't remember.." " Actually I believe I do... Big bald man with a scar in his face,right?"

I pointed out. "He is, he's now an affiliate of yours, we're meeting up with him to discuss the work in Argentina and Belize, his name is Artero McNeel, he's from France" she explains. "And what exactly will we be doing with him?" I ask putting emphasis on the we. "He's a friend of Luca's, your father cheated him last year in some stocks and bonds investments, so he's willing to do anything we want" she says with a relaxed smile. This is what I'm talking about, she just smiles.

I had never anticipated having my meals until he began to make them. Rapheal was a very fine man, from his hazel eyes that was a divine contrast to his dark hair, his body that could pass for that of a drawing–it was perfect– and he was insanely wealthy. He was also attentive when needed, took small details I didn't notice and openly guarded me.

Alvarez would be long gone, and we would be out of this madness. Two of us lost their mothers to this madness-Raphael, Raphael, and Dominic. The former, Raphael, was a child with a light that was so pure, until his father snuffed it all out. His mother was his only source of light, his only source of hope-until his wife. I knew the poor, sickly woman who had been unfortunate to marry the sick bastard who was the former don of the Brazilian cartel.

She replied patiently. She was so fucking patient and kind to me and it was way too much. I didn't deserve it for real. This was way too much patience and kindness for one person to be emitting. "Well, his name is Raphael Dominic and he owns a chain of businesses, fancy restaurants and wine halls included; he literally produces his own wine. He also has an endorsement with Ethereum."

I asked. "Alessandro Russo, tall, tanned, handsome you know the typical mafia man type" My heart dropped and my palms began to sweat, thinking back to my husband, the love of my life who left me at the lowest point of my life, and I was going to see him at the gala for the first time in a year. "I'll send you the rest of the details," Mateo states and hangs up, leaving my head spinning and my mind in a whole different state. A single tear fell from my eye hearing the name of the man who gave me the best life I'd ever had and then destroyed it.