Rottmnt Raph Fanart Novels & Stories

Her father had never been involved with such dangerous people—let alone the mafia. ‘And… why does he look at me with such hatred?’ ​Sara dug through her memories, searching for some past transgression. But she had never wronged anyone. ​BANG! ​Her thoughts shattered as the bedroom door was kicked open. ​Damon Moretti strode in. He discarded his suit jacket carelessly, leaving him in a white shirt with the top two buttons undone, exposing his sturdy throat. His footsteps were heavy. He reeked of expensive whiskey, and his eyes burned with a rage capable of incinerating anything in its path.

“Toast?” “No thanks,” Rhett wrinkled his nose. “I like your apron,” he mocked his mate as he took the coffee to the table. “Well,” Heath looked down at it and shrugged. “Work with what you have.” Rhett sat in front of a sketch pad and flicked it open out of curiosity, tilting his head as he looked at the drawing. “I’ve seen this before,” he said to himself and flicked a few more pages, frowning, his coffee forgotten. I’ve…” He traced his fingers over a sketch. “I’ve actually tattooed someone with… Ah, f-k. Morgana Ivy the comic artist.”

~Ruby's POV~ “So what have you been doing all day?” I asked, closing the door behind me. “Mom!” Little Ruby squealed, running to hug me “Roman’s been helping us draw. Look!” She held up a page filled with a colorful creature. “Is this supposed to be Raphael from TMNT?” I said with a raised brow. “Yes, Mum.” I smiled faintly, ruffling her hair. “Looks like you’ve been busy.” Rhett stood up, holding out another drawing. “This one’s mine. Roman said it’s the best.”

I text Yasmeen again, after sending her a sneaky picture of the men: "I think I'm going to introduce myself to that group of mafia men. I need some spice in my life. LMFAO!" Again, I decide my own text is absolutely hilarious. Once I lookout again, I catch one of the men looking straight at me. His eyes... they're cold. They're so cold that it sent me straight chills. He's the one wearing a mask with a white or grey-ish dragon printed on it. The dragon looks like it's holding a red flower... a rose? I quickly look away as my heart starts to hammer against my chest and my breathing quickens.

His men was looking at him shockingly because how he was explaining her, seemed like he was a love sick lover explaining his crush. "I suoi capelli castano miele mentre alcune ciocche bionde le abbellivano il viso. I suoi occhi da cerbiatta mi fissavano con paura e le sue labbra tremavano ogni secondo che passava." he explained further and slowly opened his eyes then while the artist continued make her sketch. (Translation: Her honey brown hair while some strands of blonde were gracing her face. Her doe eyes staring at me with fear in them and her lips quivered with the each passing second.)