Raoul Christine Novels & Stories

“Identical?” “Identical!” Confirmed the crazed boyfriend. “The suits are most certainly not identical. Their suits are grey. Mine is more of a charcoal colour…” “I’m going to blow you’re fucking head off!” David shook his head. “I know you really don’t want to do that Christopher.” “And how the fuck do you know what I want? I’ll tell you what I want. I want my girlfriend back and I want her back right the fuck now…”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

He ordered. Raoul walked into the adjoining bathroom and turned on the shower to the coldest setting. He undressed quickly and got in. Raoul needed to deal with his hard cock. “Fuck, she almost made me come just from a bit of light petting, like some horny teenager! But, she tastes so sweet and the smell of her arousal is Devine. I can’t wait to taste her!" Raoul thought. The thought of it made him moan and he started to stroke his cock. The thought of Jamie screaming his name, made him come hard into his hand. Raoul cleaned himself down and got dressed.

“They were happy enough to have more gossip to spread about you.” He picked at his nails and sniffed loudly. “We’ll be setting off soon. Make your peace, little girl. Sadly, your death is going to be very, very painful… and so tragic…” Raoul cackled darkly as he left the cabin and slammed the door behind him. Letting out a breath of relief to be alone again, Romaine pulled her free hand from the ropes and went to work untying the other knots that held her to the chair. She heard the roar of the bikes over the coms.

Valerie: Steam curled from the marble tub, fogging the mirrors and softening the edges of the room. The scent of sandalwood drifted through the air, one of his, not mine. At this point I didn't even have it in me to try and choose the scent. I sat inside the tub, watching as Xavier poured in more soap to the hot water. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins in his forearms catching the light. For once, there was no command in his movements, no arrogance. Just silence. He ran his finger over my cheek, right where there was a scratch. The Rogues have left their mark. But then again, of course they did.

"In the movie, I thought Raoul was a whiny, sniveling wimp. He was kind of obnoxious. And the Phantom is dark and brooding and mysterious and passionate. Raoul is like a wilted flower in comparison." Her entire demeanor is animated. She's gesturing with her hands and her face displays a myriad of expressions. I've never seen her so in her element. It's endearing. "But the Phantom is a sociopath." "A little bit, but that's because the world has betrayed and rejected him. And in the end, he loves Christine, and though he comes off as a little crazy, it seems born out of a sense of desperation rather than true madness. And he makes the right decision, in the end, to let her go."

Roaul looked at his fingernails, picked at imaginary dirt. Cain snarled silently, “No one sees who he really is.” “I do.” Cain cocked his head, moving over to a low cot against the wall and sitting. “You see through that stupid persona?” he asked, a hopefulness in his tone. “Of course. I’m sure many others do too. He’s pathetic.” Cain nodded enthusiastically. “He is, he really is.” “Not even a full wolf,” Raoul stated nonchalantly. Even he was surprised how blaze he’d managed to say that sentence.

I managed to get mine a year after him which was an equally impressive feat but that went unnoticed under all the glamour over Raoul. Raoul shot to fame quickly and became a well sought after doctor even before he graduated from the Academy. With the Parliament's recognition, there was hardly anything Raoul couldn't do. His ground-breaking research about Pantiumite's effect on New-Man's body had garnered him more than enough funds to start working on developing a more efficient kind of Pantiumite.