Raphael As Shredder Novels & Stories

A low, mocking chuckle left my lips as I looked at the frantic handwriting at the bottom. "He really is desperate," I muttered, my voice dripping with pure amusement. Without a single shred of hesitation, I walked over to the electric shredder sitting in the corner of my office. I fed the thick, revised proposal straight into the machine. The loud, buzzing sound of the paper tearing into tiny, unreadable pieces filled the quiet room, a satisfying end to his early morning hustle.

“I’m listening, but I’m not sure I like what I’m hearing so I might cut you short and send you out soon.” He looked up at me and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. All of which were fake to me. He thinks that he could shed crocodile tears to move me? “I made terrible mistakes. I didn't know what came over me. Leaving you, choosing Kiara… I ruined everything good in my life. And now, I’m paying for it. Kiara and I are done. The relationship was toxic. She’s…” He explained to me before trailing off. Kendrick shook his head in shame. “It’s not what I thought it would be. I messed up.”

* The sound wasn't the breaking of glass; it was the **shattering of pixels**. Where her finger made contact, the "High-Definition" reality of the Editor began to fracture. The gold didn't dent; it turned into a mosaic of jagged, colorful squares—the "Raw Data" beneath the "Skin." The white light inside the frame bled out, turning into a muddy grey static. The giant let out a sound like a hard drive crashing. Its massive arm began to "Clip" through its own body, the physics of its construction failing as Elara’s touch introduced a "Fatal Error" into its existence.

“The one inspired by broken glass?” “Yes! That one.” Jenny’s eyes were glowing now. “We’ll release it as a single piece—a statement drop. Not under the campaign, not part of any collection. Just you. A raw, bold design about imperfection and resilience. You can call it—” She paused dramatically. “Shatterproof.” Rachel blinked. “That’s… actually brilliant.” Jenny beamed. “Thank you.” Then she turned to me. “It’s symbolic. It says, ‘Yes, I’ve been broken, but look at what I made out of it.’ It’ll drown out every headline about Ryan. Every post, every rumor.”

In other words, besides me and him, Jared already knew about the data back then. Connor thought he was clever, replacing my real manuscript with a fake one, but he didn't realize that Jared had already gone through all the content from my original manuscript. His knowledge of my research data became solid proof that I developed everything on my own. By some twist of fate, I ended up destroying the fake manuscript, while Connor had the real one in his hands. Without Jared's intervention, that would've been a perfect chain of evidence framing me for plagiarizing Juniper's work. However, no plan could outsmart fate. Jared had returned from his business trip early because he sensed something sus

~ (Raziel) I was basking in the warm sunlight, admiring the vibrant greenery of my newly planted shrubs, when Raphael's urgent mind link shattered the serenity of the moment. The familiar sensation of his mental touch was like a silver wave crashing over me, and I could sense the desperation emanating from him. His words tumbled into my mind, laced with a sense of panic. "I know this is going to sound insane, but I'm really in a bind and could use your guys' help... like right now."

If Raphael wasn't part of him then he would have ripped the other in half for what he had just done ' I did you a favor. You don't want to risk our bond with Zahra for that hybrid, she isn't worth it " Who gives a fuck about Zahra! I don't fucking love her! Kira is the one I love" Raphael laughed in mockery ' Well, let's see you try to get her after what you just did ' " Fuck" Shane's knuckles were bleeding from the force of his punch. He doesn't notice any pain apart from the one in his heart. He's screwed up, he's screwed up bad

Was my father a psycho? The shreds of paper floated away, some of them landing on the desk, while the rest went further to land on the floor. Right before my eyes, some of the shredded particles still floating froze, then ascended into the air, while other particles and sheets on the floor and desk also rose. All the shredded pieces met together in the air, merging to form the parchment. I blinked. The whole parchment remained suspended in the air, looking at me. I reached out tentatively and touched the tip before grabbing it and drawing it closer. I held it with two hands, peering at the sheet. What the hell is wrong with this?

RRRRRIP! A sharp, deafening tear of fabric split the silence. The scroll that symbolized the most coveted fated bond on the continent was torn clean in two by her hands, without a single moment of hesitation. The mocking laughter died in every throat at once. The square, holding thousands of people, fell so silent you could have heard a pin drop. Eira tossed the torn pieces of the scroll into the air. The parchment scraps drifted down like snowflakes, settling between her and Kaelen.

To free her from the cage of canvas that I built for her. Storming over, I grab the edge of the canvas, and before I fully realize what I’m doing, I’m tearing it apart. The thick material resists at first, but then gives way with a satisfying rip. I tear and tear, shredding the she-wolf and her prey until they’re nothing but scraps on the floor.