Bayverse Raphael Novels & Stories

I didn't realize I'd moaned into his ears as he intensified the heat, thrusting faster with faster pace. "Baby, baby..," he groaned, pausing before he thrust in one last time. Then he withdrew his rod. Immediately it began to convulse, and I watched him groan repeatedly. Then, he kissed me again before disentangling himself from me. He watched me again, "come," he said. "Come join me while we bathe," he finished. I rolled off from the bed while we walked to the bathroom together. Raphael Turner who I'd thought was the devil's son was a sweet and caring man.

Jessica concluded. "So you're trying to tell me he might still have plans to continue working for that organization?" Audrey asked again. To her surprise, Jessica shook her head. "No, what I'm trying to say is: Raphael had most of his bones broken. Not even surgery could restore him to his previous self. But in the gap of five years, he returned to his former self. Becoming more energized." "So what are you trying to say?"

He was getting pale and I couldn’t help the feeling of fear that gripped me as I gazed at his face. “Please don’t die, Raphael. Please don’t die, I’m just getting to know you.” I let out sadly. I may not know him, but he just saved my mom's life and I haven’t replaced the favor yet. It hurt me to see him this way. “Move away from him,” Carl ordered me the moment he got there. He checked his heartbeat and his pupils first, then he beckoned to a guard standing next to the car and they both lifted Ralph and put him in the back of a van. I ran after them and got into the van to see what they were doing to him. I found out the bus is a makeshift ambulance, it has everything you need to give first

The glass of the car window was still faintly cracked from his fist. "I see it, Ethan," Raphael said. His voice was not angry. It was completely, terrifyingly flat. It was the voice of a man preparing to burn a city to the ground. "He is your brother?!" Ethan shrieked. "Daniel Hayes is a Kingston?! Why didn't I know this? I am the Vice President!" "Half-brother," Raphael corrected coldly. "Lock down the executive floor. Do not let a single board member leave the building. I am on my way."

His brows furrowed, and he folded his arms across his chest as he studied me carefully. "But this isn't just some random wound. It's a gunshot wound. Maybe you should consider visiting a hospital. I'm sure we can come up with a believable excuse." I turned my head slowly and fixed him with a look. "So, in other words, you're saying Beverly's efforts weren't worth it?" Raphael blinked. For a second, he looked caught between correcting himself and backing away from the conversation entirely. "That's not what I meant," he said quickly. "But you conveniently forgot to mention she used homemade equipment without any antiseptic. What if it gets infected or something?"

Gero Sandoval: Will you be free this Saturday? I narrowed my eyes. I thought I already knew what he was trying to say. Raphaela Marcos: No. I have stuff to finish. Phew. Really, Raphaela? Raphaela Marcos: No. I have stuff to finish. Seen 10:38 am I heaved a long sigh and licked my lower lip. Seen meant he was going to reply. Gero Sandoval: ... He was typing. I thought I was going to die. Gero Sandoval

"I am not underestimating our wealth, Margo. We do have money but not enough connections. The Batista family rules this city, Margo and we sent their only son to a correction center, I don't think they're going to overlook that" "But they should overlook that, those piece of shit. Raphael got off the whole case with a slap on the wrist and who even knows if he's at a correction center right now... He might be somewhere other than the correction center right now just having the best time of his life. They only put up that bullshit show for the press so that they'll be seen as role models" "And they are because we both know Raphael had nothing to do with what happened to Eve" "The photos said

His spit is flying everywhere. His comments made Raphael angry. But he smirked coldly. "Beg you? I already know that you are delusional. But I never thought this much. Valerie is my mate and the queen of this clan. You can keep dreaming about impossible things. Now get out of here" he snapped with so much anger, that even Balthasar shivered with anger. Belatedly she noticed the anger radiating off of Raphael in waves. His aura changed. His power intensified and Balthasar understood that Raphael can kill him in a second.

He turned around. "I am too busy to see smaller objects in the path of my success." He replied calmly and Vegas's eyes narrowed. He stood up in reflex and approached Raphael with the purpose of pressuring him but it didn't work as Raphael just stared at him blankly as if he was out of the planet Earth. "Why don't you mind what you say, you f*cking bastard?" Vegas growled in annoyance. "Next time, don't talk to me when I am not interested in your cries, son of a b*tch!" Raphael replied and he was punched so hard by Vegas.

Including proof that they had two kids together after I had done three abortions per his demands. I had run straight to the only person I trusted with my pain: my husband’s father. Raphael Voss was fifty-three, but he looked like sin carved into flesh—unbelievably tall, broad-shouldered, with silver threading through thick, ink-black hair, a jaw sharp enough to cut glass, and piercing eyes the color of a midnight storm. He was devastatingly handsome, possessing a raw, hyper-masculine gravity that made it impossible to look away. His voice was a low, cultured, dangerous purr. He listened without interrupting, then leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his massive frame radiating an intoxicatin