Raphael X Mona Novels & Stories

It’s still like yesterday when I caught my 3rd brother, Xavier, at his studio, where he spent time with his other hobbies, which are mostly crafts. I saw him carving two werewolves side-by-side in a meadow with the moon up in the sky on a circular wood. When I asked him who it was for, he said it’s for Hillary, his fated mate. They just started dating then. Later on, he coated the surroundings and the bottom of it with ceramic, while the top of it was coated with epoxy resin in a spear shape. My eyes widened. “Rafael, it’s the token of love of your parents,” I added softly, my hands on Deacon’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, Raphael was starting to get along with Monalisa. As the days passed, it was harder to see her as his brother’s wife, he was starting to see her as his own wife. Everything was driving him crazy. But on the bright side, through Dante’s help, he was adapting to his role as the CEO. Monalisa had also gone back to dancing. *********** *RAPHAEL* The following day, I resumed work again, I was busy all morning trying to catch up on things.

“I know what I’m saying. Look for anything out of place, any hidden thing in an odd position, any portrait on a wall or something.” “Come on,” Rhea sighed. “We are not in the 19th century for God’s sake. My father won’t hide anything behind a portrait. And he doesn’t even like portraits. He says they remind him of the many people he has killed…all the faces look alike or whatever shit he used to say to me then.” As she was still talking, Xavier found a MonaLisa portrait on the far end wall. It looked pretty much like the original and if not that Xavier had actually seen the real picture in a museum in France when he was much younger, he would have said it was the picture.

She made her way over to the steps, turned on the tablet, and began drawing. On the tablet were drawings drawn by Jepherson when he was bored. There was also a drawing of a garden overlooking the ocean. It was beautiful. Raeleigh was staring at it in a daze when she heard the sounds of footsteps. She turned around and saw Xandra walking towards her. Raeleigh was surprised for a moment when she saw Xandra. She did not say anything and just stared at her. Xandra approached Raeleigh and smiled. "Are you Raeleigh Anson?"

"I was half-expecting you to show up with some random girl to fool me, but I’m pleasantly surprised. Raphael, perhaps you’re finally growing up." Raphael forced a sheepish grin, silently grateful that things were going smoother than expected. In truth, his original plan had been to rope in any willing ex-girlfriend, but an offhand comment during gift shopping had earned him a slap and a quick exit from his former flame. Fortunately, he had bumped into Serena just in time. "Mom, Ava’s exceptional. You know that Manhattan property Xander owns? She’s designing it for him. So, rest assured—I’m not involved with any of those… messy women."

A beautiful, older woman, Monica had bronzed skin and long, straight black hair tinged with white every now and again, almond-shaped eyes colored a stormy gray, and a quiet disposition that spoke of age and wisdom. Raphael led her down the hall, and when he opened the door to Serena’s bedroom, she entered, going immediately to her. Raphael made to leave but Monica stopped him. “You may stay. In fact maybe you should. Already I sense a deep connection here between you two and I may not be able to do this alone.” “I don’t know what I’ll be able to do.” He looked at her, filled with shame. “I’m a healer, Monica, but I’m broken.”

said Mona with a calm one . " Mona , you.... " said Noah angry but the professor stopped him . " Enough Noah ! What Mona says does make sense . She is the assistant of sir Aron whose family is also one of the founders of this school . As his assistant, she is bound to be an example not only for other assistants but for the other young heirs as well in terms of studies . " said the professor then looked at Ayla . " That's right ! Come on Ayla show us . " said one of Mona's friends .

⸻ **LATER THAT EVENING – XIMENA’S OFFICE** The skyline beyond her glass office shimmered in hues of rose gold and deep charcoal. Ximena stood by the window, her reflection layered over the city, phone pressed to her ear. Rafael’s voice crackled through the line. “You really want to show those original sketches on stage?” “Yes.” “And model them against VantaCore’s silhouettes?” “No need. My work doesn’t need his to stand beside it.” He paused. “Do you want this to be public revenge?” She exhaled. “No,” she said. “I want it to be a visual truth.”

“Same handwriting?” “Same vibe.” I took a sip of water. “Consistently revolting.” Rhea leaned back, closed her eyes for one second, then opened them again. “I was gone five hours. Five. Not five months. And that handsome psychopath has already upgraded from ribbon to royal porcelain.” “Monaco is efficient.” Poppy, who had very clearly only caught the word handsome and nothing else, looked up. “Who’s handsome?” “Not your business,” I said.

Raphael tried to give him warning sweetly while rotating his head with a tightly clenched jaw to build up the anger and use that against these monsters. I really want him to kill them! "Send Ella to me and I will leave her," he said while pulling her hair tightly. Mimi was biting her lips, refraining herself from yelping. "How could you do this Xaphan? She is your mother" I yelled when the scene in front of me became unbearable for my eyes.