Rhythm Thief Raphael Novels & Stories

The room filled with the sounds of muffled moans, ragged breaths, and the slick rhythm of their movements. Raphael wasn’t satisfied yet. His smirk widened, eyes dark with lust. He was dirtier, nastier, and always pushing the limits. With a low growl, he leaned closer to Victor and muttered, "How about we make this more interesting? A threesome... or maybe a foursome?" Victor chuckled, already knowing where Raphael’s twisted mind was heading. "You’re always one step ahead, aren’t you?" Raphael stood up, grabbing one of the blondes by the hair, pulling her closer. "Get ready," he commanded, his voice a raw whisper as he glanced at Victor. "We’re not done yet."

He said. "Just leave the girl alone," I said. I sighed. He only wants to end up frustrating the girl. "Guess who her boyfriend is." He said. I sighed, telling him to go on. "Raphael," he called. My eyes widened. "The kid who likes stealing?" I asked. Raphael is known for taking this from rich people to feel rich. Why is he still working here after he found out about him?

Figures emerge from the shadows, their presence sudden and suffocating, and I count at least ten before I stop, because more continue to appear, surrounding us in a tightening circle, their expressions cold and their weapons drawn. Wolf Thieves. I shift my stance, my muscles coiling, and I glance at Raphael, who already looks ready to tear through them without hesitation. “Stay behind me,” he says, his voice firm, and I scoff softly. “I am not your burden,” I reply, stepping forward slightly, and he shoots me a sharp look. “I did not say you were,” he says, his tone clipped, and I almost smile despite the situation. One of the bandits steps forward, his lips curling into a smirk as his gaze

The little trails of music were slowly left behind by the beats of Monsters by Ruelle which played into the scene fitting every line of action that played. The scene transits to the location where John and Raphael were and as it was seen, Raphael instantly turned over with a great shock which was recorded by the crease and crinkle on his face and brows. His attention was called by a loud drum beat which came along with the music that played. He turned back at John and said to the lad : "Go now,." "Fight John." Raphael struggled to plant the seed of confidence in the heart of the lad. The beat hit once more as it caused a more worried-stagnant expression on the face of the Angel.

I saw a man trying to crawl through a patch of thorns, his face twisted. "He preys on the elderly," Raphael whispered in my ear, "He took their life savings and left them to die in the cold. He has no heart, Gianna." I didn't wait for him to finish. I swung the bow up, my muscles flexing under the black fabric of my top. I felt the power of the high-tech machine in my hands. I pulled the string back to my ear, and released the arrow. It struck him right in the thigh, pinning him to a log. I didn't stop there. I reached for the touch panel on the grip, my thumb sliding over the glowing screen just like Raphael had shown me.

But unlike him, who condemned me to his tricks, I will give him a fair hearing. All my rational thoughts shattered when Raphael appeared at the door. My eyes conveyed nothing but cold, hard contempt. A look at my face and he knew. He knew because his demeanor changed. Rafa became Raphael Sinclair the businessman. Confirming that he was the one who hired the PI. The fair hearing went out of the window. Without thinking about anything, I closed the distance between us and punched him on the face with a strength only a wounded lioness can wield.

I don’t even know if she is crying for herself or for Marisol and her daughter, who is missing. “What thugs? Where are the guards? Who let them in? Who brought them here?!” Raphael asked in anger, kicking the lamp on the table in front of him. He looked so furious, I wanted to punch him in the fucking face. “What games are you playing, Raphael? Are you in this together? Are you working with Eloise to keep my sister away from me?

*Raphael will do, we don't need titles, my beautiful mate,* he replied, his voice low and intimate before he dropped the link. I turned to Aethon, my curiosity piqued. "So, tell us everything you know about him, Aethon," I asked, my eyes sparkling with intrigue, eager to learn more about the elusive and powerful King. Aethon nodded, a hint of a smile on his face. "Ah, yes, King Raphael's powers are indeed rooted in advanced technology, and let's not forget his mastery of artificial intelligence. He can mentally interface with any system, hack into even the most secure networks, and control robots, drones, and even some ships with ease."

"WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BETRAY ME?! IF YOU WANT TO GRAB MY CLIENTS, YOU MUST PLAY WITH SENSE! NOT WITH THIS FUCKING WAY" Rapheal chuckled sarcastically as he casually put the folder back on the table. "Why? Are you mad?" he taunted. " I'M ANGRY OF COURSE! BECAUSE YOU'VE BETRAYED ME, RAPHEAL! WHY ARE YOU ALREADY TURNING OUT OF A RULE LIKE THIS, HUH?! TLIF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH ME, YOU SHOULD DEAL WITH ME"

he added as he turned fully toward her. “You're welcome, even though I nearly died. You gripped my neck so hard,” she said while rubbing her neck unconsciously. Raphael looked down for a few seconds, feeling guilty. “I'm sorry about that. I had to stay alert.” He had fought several rogues alone, and they had seemed trained and numerous. “Is that why you called me Mr Grip?” he asked with a chuckle, his dimples appearing. Raine stared at him for a moment before slowly nodding. Soon she began laughing as well.