Raphael Shredder Novels & Stories

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

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

His fingers trembled as he released his grip on the bloodied chair leg, as if realizing—far too late—the mistake he’d made. Raphael exhaled, as if savoring the moment. "You really shouldn’t have done that," Raphael murmured, voice low, almost amused. "But since you did…" Without warning, he reached behind him, gripping the wooden shard embedded in his flesh. And then—he ripped it out. The sound of tearing flesh made my stomach churn. Blood dripped from the sharp edge, but Raphael didn’t so much as blink. If anything, he looked 'exhilarated'. Then, with brutal force, he drove it into the drunk’s shoulder.

With a sudden, sharp motion, Raphael clenched his fist, and my fans were torn from my grasp, flying toward him as if drawn by an unseen force. I expected him to catch them, but instead, he unleashed a black fireball that struck the fans with incredible accuracy, shattering them into a hundred glittering fragments. Blades and shards of gold spun through the air, suspended for a moment in a deadly, whirling dance, before clattering to the ground between us.

~ (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."

The silence stretched, unbearable. Then Kaelan moved. Not to strike, but to reach for the shard at his waist. His hands shook as he tore it free, its glow pulsing wildly, as if sensing its own destruction. "Kaelan—" Rhea’s voice was barely audible over the storm building around them. With one final breath, Kaelan clenched his jaw and crushed the shard in his hands.

I followed it like a compass I wasn’t supposed to have. Raphael stood in the middle of a living room that looked like it had been designed by someone who hated clutter and loved power. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city like it was his personal snow globe. He wore a charcoal button-down with the sleeves rolled once, forearms bare, a thin scar running along the left one like a signature. His hair was still mostly black, but silver had started winning battles at the temples. He looked exactly like the man my mother had warned me about and nothing like the uncle who used to slip me twenty-dollar bills at family barbecues when I was twelve.

that's wasn't a dance. Then, the sound of the room was cut in half. Rrrrrip. The sound of tearing velvet was loud, like a bone snapping. Raphael’s hands, which had been flat and still on the couch, suddenly clenched. He didn't touch me, but his fingers finally won the fight against the furniture. He shredded the expensive fabric of the booth.

Shaone confessed, and as she said all those words, Raphael’s gaze started to darken. And without notice, he dropped his face on Shaine’s pussy, filling her hole with his long tongue. Shaine moaned so loud, louder than how she moaned earlier. But Raphael didn’t care anymore, if anyone hears them, then fuck them. They may join them in his office to fuck Shaine together if they want. “R-Raphael! Ughhh! I’m cumming!!” She screamed but Raphael stopped which halted Shaine’s almost coming orgasm. “Raphael please!!!”