Novel & Cerita Raphael X Mona

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."

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.

*********** *RAPHAEL* The following day, I resumed work again, I was busy all morning trying to catch up on things. By noon, I leaned against my chair trying to relax a bit, I was exhausted. I brought out my cellphone and slid into the gallery. I smiled seeing the pictures I had taken of Mona. Of course she didn’t know I had taken them though. She didn’t want us to take pictures together and she didn’t want to take pictures of herself too so I had taken them secretly when she was walking around, or amazed by one thing or the other. She had been hostile to my employees this morning again, I hope she isn’t treating them too badly as I’m away.

“As long as she’s dead, all her beasts are dead today.” Just as Rhea said the words, Xavier heard a loud thud and he looked to see that all the beasts had started falling down one by one to the floor. “I can’t live without you Rhea,” Xavier cried. “Don’t do this to me. Hold on. You can hold on.” “I can’t,” Rhea smiled. “My job here is done. I can see the moon goddess already, I can see Layla beside her.” “Layla?” Xavier stared at her. Xavier turned around in shock and he saw the piece of paper on the floor. He picked it up and stared at it. It was Layla’s handwriting.

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?"

He succumbed to feelings of helplessness; a desperate man at the end of his rope. “Take me to her.” As she picked up her bag and stood, Raphael could see the attraction she commanded. 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.

"Tade, please... stop, I beg you..." But Tade is far from finished. "You have systematically ruined every single alliance we had!" he screams, his chest expanding as his wolf rumbles. "I warned you about Rapha's sharp mind. He carries the exact same dangerous brilliance as Nyara. But you dismissed him as a useless, plain rogue and convinced me to throw him to the wolves! Look what happened! Rapha is Kaelum! He is the most powerful black-market weapon designer in the world, and we did not even know it!"

⸻ **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.”

Xaphan laughed. "Next time I will come fully prepared. And I promise you, I won't return empty-handed. I will free her from your clutches and take her with me right in front of your eyes and at that time you will not be able to blackmail her on the name of her family" Raphael looked challengingly in his eyes "Mark my words" The confidence with which he has just spoken has astonished me and I am sure that has left a little impact on Xaphan too because his body has become stiff as aboard.

But then, just as they thought they had seen it all, another image appeared, one that made their hearts skip a beat. Another picture slowly materialized, and the council members' jaws dropped in unison. It was King Raphael, the reigning monarch of the planet Xanthea, a being of unparalleled power and wisdom. But it was the words beneath his image that left Aethon stunned, his eyes wide with shock. "Mate bonded to Raven Delacroix," he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion, "not yet unlocked." The room fell silent as if the very air had been sucked out of it. Aethon's gaze remained fixed on the screen, his mind reeling with the implications. "What does this mean?" he breathed, his questi