Raphael X Reader Novels & Stories

Raphaël entered, two tablets under his arm and a coffee in his hand. “Mon ami (My friend), the old man’s servers are better protected than the Bundesbank vault, but…” He stopped when he saw me, his gaze following mine to the magazine. “Ah. The masterpiece of family propaganda. Are you admiring yourself? It looks good, I admit. You clean up well in photographs.” I ignored the comment. My attention was still trapped on the page. “Rapha…” My voice came out lower than usual. “Look at the boy.”

A flash of that night returned to him unbidden—her flushed cheeks, breathless gasps, the way she’d clung to him—and he scowled, downing the remainder of his drink in a sharp swallow. Raphael’s name lit up on the phone screen again, relentless. This time, Alexander picked up. “Xander, come downstairs,” Raphael’s voice was cheerful, underscored by the pulsing beat of club music. “I want to introduce you to someone.” Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose. “If it’s another woman, spare me.” Raphael laughed. “No, no, trust me. You’ll want to meet this one. She’s impressive. If you don’t, I might just keep her for myself.”

Rhea said, her tone lazy but laced with razor-edged disdain, “If you were any more desperate, I’d have to offer you a tissue so you could wipe your brain, maybe then, you would be able to think better.” Xander blinked. I turned, just slightly, to see her wheel herself forward without hesitation. Her expression was unreadable, that cool, aloof face she wore like armor, but her eyes, her eyes were on fire. Xander’s smile returned, “Desperate? For what, sweetheart?” Rhea tilted her head, folding her arms loosely over her chest, “Oh, come on. Don’t play dumb. Your actions are screaming louder than your mouth ever could.” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “And what exactly are they screaming?”

"His Highness needs help. He needs someone who would take care of him and no other person will be able to do it more than you, Xylah" "Raphael is right" Aeon's supported and Xylah walked as he towards her. Oh so the man's name was Raphael. "But why me?" The confusion on Xylah's face grew. "Because you are different Xylah. You're not like the rest of the women out there" Aeon answered her question. Xylah flinched when she heard a gentle pull on her hair. She looked to her side to see the prince playing with her hair, she had almost forgotten he was standing there.

“Ruin opened the passage for me, and that’s how I found Ash. I found one of these in the Elffire mansion as well. And I am sure Joshua has access to them as well. Although I think he has memorized all these patterns now and even others which he used against Illumi to destroy the portal. And he can draw these in the air with the strokes of his fingers. He does even need the quill and ink.” “Good goddess,” King let out a sigh, sitting on the chair as he held his head. “Where did you get this book?” Carys asked. “Raphael. Raphael brought it to me. He was monitoring your mother secretly, even when I told him not to, because that was taking a severe toll on his mental health. He told me every ans

Someone that was staring at her. ‘Oh crap.’ “Sorry,” She mouthed and he shrugged. They started again by reading the first chapter together. Xeelany listened attentively to each word as she slowly progressed through each sentence. She tried to concentrate on every single syllable as she felt as if her mind was being filled with water from all those words flowing over each other in a never ending flow. “You should really try harder at understanding these,” Xavier chuckled as he put a bookmark in the book they were currently reading and closed it. “You’ve barely gotten through a fourth chapter now.”

And even if it didn't, at least she would have gained something from the experience - a new appreciation for history and philosophy. Riezel pulled me down to sit beside her on the bed, her eyes shining with excitement. "Tell me more about Raphael, Delilah," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "What does he like? What does he dislike?" I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But Riezel's eager expression put me at ease, and I began to share more about Raphael's likes and dislikes. "He likes reading books on history and philosophy, as I mentioned earlier," I said. "He's also very fond of music, especially classical music. And he loves taking long walks in the gardens, especially at

Raphael snapped his fingers and produced the book I was reading. "I thought you might like a better type of scenery for your reading." Raphael said. It may have been the strangely strong alcohol, but I was really wishing Raphael would just talk to me and never stop so I could listen to his silvery voice and melt. "Thank you! I love this garden, it’s beautiful." I said, and watched as a smile formed on his lips. I ignored the flutter in my heart and kept reading.

The so-called Alpha turned slightly in a smooth, deliberate movement, keeping his dark eyes locked on mine, smirking wickedly. I pursed my lips together, shifting my weight to my right leg. Okay, he must be bad news. His predatory gaze made me feel naked and vulnerable, and I couldn't stand it. Finally, he glowered at Xander, who, already volatile as he was, quivered with fury. "Alpha Raphaelo, oh, you do look wrathful; is it something I did? If so, I apologize most profusely," he spoke, in such a decadent, devilishly charming voice that it sent shivers down my spine and I found myself pressing against Josh.

Pearl looked at him confused. "Nobody cares about your bravery except you. Uncle Xavier here is even disappointed in you" He pointed towards the man who bowed his head in shame. "Well then, I must commend you, there is no ounce of possibility I could have imagined this coming. But I need to ask real quick before I leave, can you please produce the Lexicon file? I need to check the rules of the table real quick" Pearl stared at Raphael in disbelief. "Yes Pearl, where is the Lexicon file"