Raphael Tensura Novels & Stories

Amber alighted at her destination and I followed her, It's gonna be a new life for me I hoped . After 30 minutes of walking through thorns and bushes we reached our or rather her Territory. The walls were so high and so beautiful,made of terra stones from up north. I stared in awe at the magnificent sculptures that welcomed me. This is Brown pack's territory she said smiling at me with gladness that I loved it. Let's get in Melissa,the insides are more beautiful we could bet that.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips, and Elena moaned into his mouth even as her body continued to tremble from the aftershocks of multiple orgasms. Raphael pulled back and began to undress. Elena watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he revealed his body....pale skin stretched over lean muscle, the kind of physique that came from centuries of existence rather than hours in a gym. His cock, when he finally freed it from his pants, made Elena's eyes go wide. He was big. Not impossibly so, but definitely larger than average, and already rock-hard and leaking pre-cum from the tip. "Like what you see?" Raphael asked with a wicked smile.

He was looking for a misplaced decimal, a faulty logic jump, or a single line of code that didn't hold water. He flipped to the back, where the complex neural network graphs were printed. I knew those graphs were perfect. I’d bled, literally and figuratively to make sure the risk-variance was airtight. I felt a surge of heat in my chest that had nothing to do with the TENS unit. It was pride. I did it. Raphael’s jaw tightened. A small muscle near his ear ticked. He closed the folder. He didn't look impressed. He didn't look surprised.

Understanding, he secured his grip around me and leaned his chin on top of my head. "I want you to breathe with me as I count, okay? Continue focusing on my voice-ten," He began, feeling his chest rise and fall against my face. As he counted down, my stagnant breaths gradually fell in sync with his measured ones. Still closing my eyes, my body loosened up in his grip, the tension in my muscles starting to relax. Reaching the last few numbers, I tried letting go of the emotional weight that clung to every inch of me, through the remaining exhales.

Similar elegant prints adorn the walls, and beautiful wooden furniture dominates the floor space. Raphael is leaning back in his chair and smiling at me. My breath catches. I’ve never seen Lirael’s younger brother up close before. Unlike Lirael, who’s usually always in a three-piece suit at work, Raphael has his jacket off and his shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms. Like his brother, he’s gorgeous, even though he looks quite different from both Lirael and Nathan. Where they’re all dark hair and icy eyes, Raphael is golden-blond and tawny. Just as beautiful and just as deadly to women’s hearts, I imagine. I’m sure he uses his good looks and charm to make women fall for him

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

"Tade, please... stop, I beg you..." But Tade is far from finished. "You have systematically ruined every single alliance we had!" he screams, his chest expanding as his wolf rumbles. "I warned you about Rapha's sharp mind. He carries the exact same dangerous brilliance as Nyara. But you dismissed him as a useless, plain rogue and convinced me to throw him to the wolves! Look what happened! Rapha is Kaelum! He is the most powerful black-market weapon designer in the world, and we did not even know it!"

, Raphael warned and Zara gave in and retreated into the study. "Well?!" Cattah spat. She wanted answers from him. Why would he do this. "Well nothing", Raphael retorted, sounding done with this situation. Tiana ignored the conversation as she tried consistently to get away from Raphael. Cattah rubbed her brows with her forefinger and thumb looking tired. He hadn't expected this from her. His thoughts were cut of when Tiana pinched his butt cheeks. A yelp escaped his mouth and he looked over his shoulder at her. "Would you stop that?!"

I’m about to think more when a message comes through from him. I open the message and scan the contents. Hello Tesoro. I would like to schedule a meeting when you are free to discuss two very special commission pieces for two very special people in my life. Please have your people reach out at your earliest convenience. Matteo DeAngelis. I smirk at this and send back the generic response. Thank you for contacting Tesoro, for all work related requests please send a message to @PheonixCouture. Many thanks, Tesoro.