Raphael X Mikey Novels & Stories

- OK, I see. After that, he headed to Mia's room with the wheelchair. Mia didn't close her bedroom door. She had drawn a lot of drafts, so she felt tired. She lay down on the bed to rest. Unconsciously, she fell asleep. Raphaël calmed his movements slightly by operating the wheelchair. When he approached the bed, he saw that Mia was napping. Reaching out, he took a draft from the tray table. The lines on the paper were delicate and fluid. He could see that it was only a sketch, but its conception and drawing allowed him to understand at a glance what she wanted to express.

"But his a prisoner here at the Shadow pack camp." Mikey's face dropped. "What?" I felt tears form in my eyes. "They've hurt him and - and they're torturing him, Mikey. I - I don't know what to do." Mikey suddenly got a serious look on his face. "You're at the Shadow pack camp? How? Where's Raphael?" I sucked in a deep breath to compose myself as I explained everything that happened up to this point. Mikey listened quietly. I had never seen him so serious.

" You can't do this to a fair maiden" " Oh! speaker of the truth, justifier of the weak, tell me I'm just trying to have some fun"said Raphael with a cocky smile on his face. He returned to his opponent now and it has been a battle of exchange of words. "Let us make a deal" proposed Micah "Let me hear it" "I will send ladies, the finest to you to give you as much pleasure as you may desire but all I request is that you let this one be"

“Wait… is she your wife?” Aidan smiled faintly before nodding. As always, he slipped effortlessly into the role of a loving husband. He extended his hand toward Malikha, silently asking her to come closer. “Raphael, this is Malikha Swan… my lovely wife.” Malikha stepped beside Aidan while Raphael greeted her with a friendly handshake. “I’m Raphael Augustin,” he introduced himself warmly. “Aidan and I were friends back in college.” “Malikha Swan,” she replied softly. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Augustin.”

“Oh yes, I’m all right. I guess the painting just startled me, that’s all.” Raven nodded her head and motioned to the man standing next to her. “This is my friend, Mikial and I think I told you before that my name is Raven.” She glanced at the painting. “Why does it startle you?” Pepper nodded her head at her, then turned her head again to stare at the painting. “Because I think that’s me,” she whispered. Mikial snapped his head toward her as did Raven. “Why would you think that?” Raven asked. “I mean it does look like you but what makes you think it is you?”

The fragile peace they’d been living in for the past week and a half felt like thin ice—beautiful on the surface, but ready to crack with one wrong step. “Yo, boss lady,” Mikey called from across the bay, his voice cracking with that awkward teenage enthusiasm. The nineteen-year-old prospect was sprawled dramatically across a workbench, pretending to fan himself with an oily rag. “If you keep making these bikes sound like angry demons, I’m gonna start thinking you sold your soul to the devil. Or worse—Reaper’s dick.”

And yet now, my own mouth was the one asking about his body. “Master Rapha joined a live reality show called The Heir’s Graduation Hunt,” Myles replies dutifully, turning his boots back toward my desk. “He left the territory early this morning to begin filming with the cameras. It’s being streamed live to the city as we speak.”

Reyna had been enjoying her time alone in the lounge watching the moon and the stars and everything else that was there to see in the forest but then a sting of rage snapped right against her skin and she winced, she turned head around and was surprised to see Mikey walking over the lounge with a can of beer in his hands. She didn’t know why he was so angry and depressed but she couldn’t just leave - like it would be so rude of her to stand up and leave while he was coming to seat and relax here - another zap of self-loathing whipped against her skin and she gritted her teeth, hot dang he was making it impossible for her to ignore him.

He shrugged, not interested. "Looking for someone I know, I guess? Are you new here? I think it's my first time to see you." "Uhh, no. I mean, it's not my first time joining a party of the Venturi." "Oh, I see. But you don't look familiar." He paused. "By the way, I'm Jude." He offered me his right hand. "How about you?" "I'm Raphaela," I introduced too and accepted his hand. It was a soft, too far from Royal's rough hands.

Mikael swallowed hard, “Provide security to someone living in Canada.” Rafael raised an eyebrow, "daughter of your enemy?" Mikael clenched his fists. "Yes," he nodded slowly. “Just looking after her. I don't need any information about her because I don't want to know her condition. I just want you to… protect her.” Anyone who doesn't understand Rafael will surely think that he is a shaman who can read other people's thoughts. Well, for a moment, Mikael thought so too. However, two seconds later, he saw Rafael throw his iPad on the table, and he could see Hernandez's photo there.