Novels by RailaJean

When you're doing the work you're meant to do, it feels right and every day is a bonus, regardless of what you're getting paid. ~Oprah WinfreyLyra It was strange, everything was strange, from how he ignored the constant calls to his expression when he went away to answer it and the jovial expression he held upon returning. I thought my family had bipolar people but I was wrong, Raphael Vicario topped the list.After escorting me to the car like he always did, I expected him to call me later in the night―like always. I anticipated his call but I never came, after all the effort he had undertaken to get a hold of me I thought he would call, Bria did to but he never did, maybe he was done with me.Shifting my focus from Raphael to the upcoming makeup test, I studied hard, I even woke up extra early just to patch up on anything I had missed while I studied the previous nights. When it was almost time for school, I took a quick shower and dressed up.◘“I’m sorry I’m late.” I apologize

He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life. ~Muhammad AliRaphael “What is this?” My stepmother growled looking between me and the guard that carried my unconscious brother.“Is the doctor here yet?” I asked one of the house helps and she nodded. “Good, have him set up in his room.”“Raphael!” Stepmother growled angered by my decision to ignore her.“Also,” I continued to converse with the young help. “Have the chef prepare something for him to eat when he wakes up.”“Raphael Oliver Vic-”“Can you not take a hint lady!” I snapped. “Do I need to spell it out that I’m ignoring you, is that what it will take for you to understand.”She was taken back by my reaction, I never raised my voice and that shocked her.“You, take him to his room.” I instructed the guard who nodded curtly before taking to the staircase.Rotating my shoulder blades, I made my way to the kitchen, I thought after yelling I would be left alone be left alone but no, the heels cluck

You can't build a reputation on what you are going to do. ~Henry FordRaphael Replacing the navy shift on my body with a black one, I changed my shoes and added a jacket before moving to grab two large duffle bags and stuffing them with paper and a few dollar notes on the top to make it see as though they where filled entirely with money.I had waited until my tutorial session with Lyra was over and she had safely gotten into the car before making my way to Leo’s, he had everything in place and I had less than an hour to rescue my stupid brother.“Crates are in.” Leo told me as he walked into the room.“Thanks.” I nodded zipping up the last bag and dropping it to the ground. “If you have something to say just come out with it already.” I grumbled.Since I got here he had been watching me intensely, he only ever did that if he had something to say and after this damn rescue mission, I was not going to be in the mood to have a conversation.“I noticed you and Lyra.” He said quietly.“

A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others. ~Ayn RandRaphael She hit me, Lyra Colburn had just balled her small hand into a fist and hit my chest. It did not hit hard enough for it to hurt or leave a mark but it was enough to make me notice. When I averted my gaze from her little fists to her face, I noticed her entire demeanor had changed, she was no longer uneasy and her eyes where calm despite her best efforts to glare at me.“Did you just hit me?” I smirked finding her small action amusing.“Yes.” She raised her fist and hit my chest again twice.“I will report you for assault.” I suppressed my grin.“Go ahead.” She scoffed hitting me again. “Don’t you ever threaten me or Bria.” “Bria?” Grabbing her arm and holding it in place. I repeated the name confused as to who she was talking about.“Yes, the girl you threatened.” She stated pulling her arm away.“Clarify, I threaten a lot of people you know.” It came out as a joke but it was t

Everyone can master a grief but he that has it. ~William ShakespeareRaphael“Glad people with emergencies could join us.” Jasmine’s voice came sharp and taunting as her eyes trained on Lyra who in turn drew a deep breath.Her fingers flew to the hem of the cute peach sweater she had on that went really well with the soft tone of her skin and the rest of her outfit which consisted of a dark jeans, a white button down―I assumed based on the collar and the bottom that peaked out of the sweater and a pair of converse. Even though her outfit was basic and simple, it looked perfect on her―everything did.“Leave her alone.” Leo grumbled beating me to it. He held an irritated expression at Jasmine’s words to Lyra.“I was just-”“Leave her alone.” He repeated this time with more authority than the last.“Alright, geez, y’all are coming to her rescue as though I’ve even attacked her.” She scoffed after Leo had interrupted her.“You are picking unnecessary fights Jasmine.” Pedro chimed in, cle

Great occasions do not make heroes or cowards; they simply unveil them to the eyes. Silently and imperceptibly, as we wake or sleep, we grow strong or we grow weak, and at last some crisis shows us what we have become. ~Brooke Foss WestcottWalking through the halls of the school, my heart thumped louder and louder blocking out all the chattering noises from the students present, it was packed with people but what did I expect, for the first time in forever, I was dropped off late―My mother happened to have overslept but I did not complain, the longer I took to get to school the more time I had to come up with a proper explanation as to why I had been ignoring Raphael, knowing him, he would be by my locker waiting for me to explain.‘You aren’t that important.’ My subconscious scoffed.“Calm down Lyra, calm yourself.” I took deep breaths and rubbing my hands against the fabric of my seater, I wiped off the seat that had formed on my palms.Calmly I continued to walk until my eyes lan

"It’s not about being perfect. It’s not about where you get yourself in the end. There’s power in allowing yourself to be known and heard, in owning your unique story, in using your authentic voice." "Becoming" — Michelle Obama. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" Anthony spoke as the waiter was pouring more wine into my glass, he was not the same one that had attended to us earlier. "Pardon?" He replied turning to face him. "I asked you if she was beautiful." He repeated calmly. “That was my question.” "Y-Ye-yes she is." The man stuttered looking scared under Anthony's threatening yet calm glare. “Name?” “Sir?” The waiter stared at Anthony as he tried to comprehend what he was asking of him "Your name, What is your name?" He clarified. "I-I- Ivan, m-my name is Ivan." "Well Ivan, I strongly suggest you stop drooling over what doesn’t belong to you, she's mine and you will never not even in your dreams have her or meet her standards." He seethed. "Anthony-" I narrowed my eyes at hi

"Technique and ability alone do not get you to the top; it is the willpower that is most important."~Junko Tabei-Charlotte-"Aah-" I moaned into his mouth as he kept his thick fingers in and out of my soaked pussy not once breaking out heated kiss."Fuck princess." He groaned pulling away and beginning to suck the nape of my neck."Elio!" I practically screamed no longer able to suppress my cries of pleasure. I shamelessly rocked my hips against his fingers while my shaky hands grabbed his face to meet mine with his icy orbs that were now a darker shade from lust, he stared at me."I need you." I told him in barely a whisper and I expected him to do exactly that, he was just as horny as I was, or maybe I was wrong, maybe I had read all the emotions in his eyes wrongly because instead of taking down the expensive black material that stood between us, he instead completely pulled away from my body and smirked."Elio." I let out still trying to catch my breath as I looked at him in utt

"We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated." ~ Maya Angelou-Charlotte-"Anthony." I stuttered swallowing the lump in my throat.“Hey princess.” He smiled stepping further into the room and shutting the door behind him. Judging from his smile, I took it that he had not heard my conversation with the girls with him as the main topic of discussion.“Guys I’ll speak to you later.” I spoke into the phone and hang up quickly before they could say anything that could make the situation awkward. I knew my friends and how blunt they could be sometimes, Ingrid especially, she had such a diahriour mouth sometimes.I internally groaned at the realization that they had overheard Anthony refer to me as princess, I knew for a fact they would tease about it me now. Pressing the power button and watching the screen go black, I placed my phone screen first on the table in front of me.“Yes.” I turned to face him again.“Who were you talking to?” He quizzed.“Ingrid and Paula.” I answ

The most valuable of all talents is that of never using two words when one will do. ~Thomas JeffersonCharlotte"Hey." I beamed when I saw Riley and Taylor who stood in the living room. Giving each of them a hug."Are you OK?" They asked worry written all over their faces."Yeah." I nodded. "What happened?" Taylor grabbed my gauze covered wrist."It's just a little bruises from Anthony holding them too tight." I assured them. "I'm fine really.""I'm so sorry." Riley sighed eyes filled with guilt. “This was all my fault.”"No it wasn’t, you didn’t have a gun pointed to my head forcing me to go with you. I snuck out on my own and these are the consequences, plus on the bright side I had fun." I smiled playfully pinching her cheeks."Kaleb!" I called and almost immediately he came. "Have someone serve the snacks I just made and bring it to the pool area." I told him."That's not-" He b

Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work.~Thomas EdisonCharlotte"I snuck out, I'm sorry." I choked out while Anthony squeezed my throat making it difficult for me to take in oxygen."You snuck out." He repeated slowly."Yes, I'm sorry.""You will be sorry when I'm finished with you." He seethed tightening his grip on my throat."You are hurting me." My eyes becoming teary with each passing second. "Elio." I sobbed when he didn't let go.As if taken aback, he let go and took a step away from me.I brought my now red and swollen wrist up to my chest sobbing, it was throbbing badly and happened to be one of the four reasons I was now crying my eyes out, firstly, I felt like a dirty slut, secondly, I was afraid of what Anthony would do to me, I had never seen him so angry before and that petrified me. Thirdly, I felt like I had let him down and because of that, he would never like me again and lastly, I couldn't bottle up my emotions an

Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration. Accordingly, a 'genius' is often merely a talented person who has done all of his or her homework. ~Thomas EdisonAnthony "Where the fuck is she!" I yelled at my men who were staring at me, fear evident in their eyes. "I swear if you don't bring her down here I'll blow all your brains out!"“Don calm down." Julio tried to calm me but that only fueled my anger.It had been a long week and the last thing I needed was to find Charlotte had gone missing when I got home. I had been dealing with a lot of unnecessary issues that would have not even occurred had everyone followed my instructions but as always, someone just had to make a mistake which only I could rectify and now I was paying for being away for so long."Shut the fuck up!" I growled at him. "How the hell can a girl sneak past all your grown asses, all of you, it’s just one girl for fucks sake!"“We are sorry Don.” One of the guards mumbled."Put Marcus o