Raphael Bayverse Novels & Stories

She replied patiently. She was so fucking patient and kind to me and it was way too much. I didn't deserve it for real. This was way too much patience and kindness for one person to be emitting. "Well, his name is Raphael Dominic and he owns a chain of businesses, fancy restaurants and wine halls included; he literally produces his own wine. He also has an endorsement with Ethereum."

Raphael advised him, "Watch your words" Bernard became annoyed, "So you are the reason why she cried in the garden" Raphael felt annoyed by that and Bernard was shocked to hear it, "She cried" his voice broke, "I have nothing more to say to you" Raphael was fed up, "I'm leaving" he stared at an empty space, "Okay bye, be gone" Raphael was tired of him, "I'm leaving to Barcelona" he said, "Now you are talking, you are going to chase after her" Raphael became excited,

I tried to call him but he interrupted me by spanking me again. “It’s Rael, not Gav. We’ve all agreed that I’m the deviant villain in your story.” He leaned into me to whisper in my ears. I could feel how much he was enjoying this as he was bent over me because he was hard. It tingled everywhere his skin touched mine, and I cursed this damn mate bond for the thousandth time since I found out Gavrael was fated to be mine. He moved so he was still bent over me but now my ass was exposed so he could rub it with his free hand. I tried not to squirm as he traced the edge of my underwear with the tip of his finger.

Raphael expressed truthfully, giving the smiling man a firm handshake. David had always been such a happy man. It was one of the reasons why Raphael kept him so long, despite the fact that he drove a little slower than how he preferred. It almost made him sad losing the only 'somewhat friend' he had. "Was a pleasure sir. I hope you find what you seek in The Bahamas. I hear it's a lovely country." "That it is." Raphael's lips tilted up for a quick second, but not because of the island he was moving to, but because of a certain girl he met sixteen years ago on that very island.

Raphael rubbed his sore head and slowly sat up as he looked at Felipe and asked, "You know me?" Felipe walked over to the window and leaned against it as he let out a light laugh as he looked down. "You're the young master of Romero Song family in Beunos Aires,the director of the biggest hospital also in Buenos,can’t you remember anything?”Felipe finished and shook his head. What a pity. Raphael listened, still unable to recall any of his past, he thought of the fact that he was now badly injured, and thought that he wouldn't be able to leave this place for a while.

"Raphael Marcos?" "You know my father?" "Of course! He is a friend of my parents too. Same with your mother." "I didn't know. I don't know you." "I'm James Bola to be exact," he smiled sweetly. "I'm Raphaela Marcos." "Ah-huh! So, you are his daughter? I heard a lot about you." "Like?" "You're an artist. Your father is inviting us to your next exhibit. Cool!" His praises didn't even touch my soul. Neither I was happy because he knew me and he was invited to my next exhibition.

"No, it won't be in vain." Then Raphael entered casually with his hands in his pockets. His eyes searched for where in particular Vegas was holding the meeting when someone came to meet him. "Mr. Vegas is right that way." A man pointed at him and Raphael walked past him to the meeting arena. Shaft watched the elegant, tall, and handsome man sit down opposite them and he glanced at Erica who seemed to have reached her fairy tale world as her eyes were glued on Raphael right away. "This is my brother, Mr. Raphael. He is going to be the one handling the building projects that you might have with us." Vegas introduced.

~ (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."

“Thank you for coming. As you all know, Sergio is gone and I have taken control of all his turfs.” Disconcerted murmur echoes throughout the room and a bald headed bulky man stands up, furiously banging his tattooed fist on the table. He is Raphael, and he controls the trading at sea. “What right do you have to take Sergio’s turfs? Just because the bastard’s gone doesn’t mean you can snake your way in and –“ SLAM!

Some of the bystanders from East Minos jerked backward as soon as they heard Raphael's name. "Raphael Kemp?! He used to work as the bodyguard for East Minos' richest man, Morgan Nielsen. And then he started several martial arts schools, and all of them were popular!" "I mean, he's one of East Minos' most elite martial artists. He was even the National Martial Arts Championship adjudicator last year!"