Bayverse Raphael Novels & Stories

i asked Raphael feeling he might have said something about my attack at his former place of work but to my greatest surprise, he avoided that subject, surely this man must be the real deal. “I was just telling your dad about how paid for my hospital bills when i got hit by a bus" Ralph said. “Ohh! It's nothing, what would you like to drink or eat?" I asked him cause i was certainly feeling comfortable about the look of things. “Just a glass or rum or whiskey would do" Raphael said “My type of guy! " I said as i ordered a maid nearby to take his order so while he waited for his drink, i asked him about how he found my home.

patient and perceptive and thoroughly, gently seeing exactly what was happening. "Vanessa," he said. "Yes?" "May I be direct with you?" Something in his tone made the carefully constructed confidence in her chest shift slightly. "Of course." "You're not here to check on my comfort," Raphael said, and his voice was neither unkind nor particularly soft. Just accurate. "You're here because you were one of the volunteers I declined, and you've decided that my choice of Elena over you requires some kind of correction." The smile on Vanessa's face held for a moment through sheer muscular stubbornness. Then it faded.

Raphael asked "I don't know, I was sitting down here reading and all of a sudden someone tried covering my face and I hit him pretty hard, I don't know if he is alive or..." "What? Are you okay?" Sophie asked "Yeah I am..." Valentina said "We should tell Ryan about this." Raphael said "No, I don't went him to worry he might ask me to go back to the villa, let's just wait until after the wedding." Valentina said "Are you sure?" Raphael asked "Yeah..." She replied Raphael went towards the body laying down helplessly, he was still breathing but barely. So he woke him up by hitting him hard "Who sent you?" He asked authoritatively

Third Person Narrative Raphael walked over to the others that laid on the floor and he said to them; "Tempest day, tempest night, be you worthy, see the light, they day of help, that of trouble, see Ozais and see life." He snapped his right middle finger against his thumb and they all disappesaid. "Find a way and stop it before the time reaches!" A voice that sounded like Raphael's said but no particular person was seen being referred to, as sight flashed away from the scene. Light fades. Broad Daylight. Caracas, Venezuela.

"The void, the despair of losing my mate bond... it's gone too!" Tears glistened in her eyes as she spoke, her hand instinctively rising to cover her heart, as if searching for the familiar ache that had once resided there. Her gaze turned inward, her expression a mix of wonder and curiosity. Meanwhile, Raphael approached us with a slow, deliberate stride, his eyes cast downward in shame, his head bowed in a gesture of contrition. For a moment, I worried that Rayne's emotions would get the better of her, but instead, she took a calm, deliberate step forward. She opened her arms and enveloped Raphael in a warm embrace.

He looked like a man watching his entire world collapse. Then his phone rang. He answered immediately. A voice came through the speaker. I couldn’t hear everything. Only a few words. "Sir... we found the person behind the messages." Raphael’s eyes locked onto mine. "And?" A pause. Then the voice replied: "It’s someone inside the Voss family." The call ended. The room became silent. My heart stopped. Because Raphael wasn’t looking at the door. He wasn’t looking at his phone. He was looking at me.

Even if he did, Raphael would not blame him. "Dennis." Dennis Bellavance lifted his head to meet Raphael's face. It seemed that Raphael was not expecting him to be over there so soon, it was written all over his face. Besides, that, he could also sense the other emotions within the young man, some of which he was experiencing himself at the moment. Raphael thought he was going to yell or scream, but Dennis Bellavance calmly asked him to explain everything he knew. How she could get into such state since no one else had given him the explanation he deserved. Raphael did not even think twice before he made his confession. Though it was not easy for him, it was better if he took the blame in th

he drawls melodramatically and stalks towards the bed lying on it as he continues to regard her with a humorous glint in his eyes. “Please make me understand, how are you alive Raphael?” She sobs. Raphael drums his fingers against his chin looking lost in thought,” Hmm, I suppose I do owe you a little story time. It’s rather fitting that you know what I’ve been up to for the past eleven years before I kill you, don't you think?” Dread courses through Elsida’s bones and her blood runs cold, she stares up at him with her tear-streaked face. “ I’m sorry about what happened that day Raph, I had no idea you nor Gabriel were with our mum’s.”

The first time she was in his life, that time his father had introduced them, he had spent his entire strength trying to push her away, he had done everything to push her away from him and now…now Raphael could not understand why he wanted this moment, this car ride to last longer than it should. He could not understand why he wanted her, wanted this… a family; him, his daughter and Raya. The numbness, the icy coldness, the walls around his heart were starting to get too heavy to bear. For the first time since she died, Raphael was tired of being the way he was, he was tired of pretending not to feel, of pretending to not feel. For the first since Brittany died, Raphael wanted someone else,

Her hands crawl back to her pocket as a result and her eyes keep searching for solace from the ground. “You can’t kill him! He’s my son!! My youngest child.” Raphael plops on the floor as if he has lost all his energy and bursts into a cry while saying, “I don’t know…I don’t why I couldn’t recognise him! I thought I murdered my child! But…”