Rottmnt Raphael Novels & Stories

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

Raphael came to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found that there was basically nothing inside, he shook his head and laughed lightly, picking up a tomato and egg out. Ten minutes later, a bowl of fragrant tomato and egg noodles was presented in front of Isobel. "Eat up.” Isobel glanced at Raphael in an incredulous way, this man could cool too? "Why aren’t you eating?" "I've eaten already." Raphael’s eyes contained a smile. Isobel picked up her fork and took a bite, and froze for a moment, not expecting the flavor to be quite good! Looks like this man has some use! She was instantly pleased with herself, it would be nice to have someone to cook for her!

Chapter 1. "99...100" Raphael stood up after a hundred push up at 6:30am in the morning, he got his face towel wiping his sweat,drank some water before heading to the shower. After he was done bathing, he went down for breakfast, already his food was served, two slice of toasted bread and black coffee just how he liked it. His maid knew he was always up so early on a Monday morning unlike the other days. By 7:30 am, Raphael was off to work.

The owner of the inn was doing the serving while Raphael stood with his hands folded and his back resting on the cabinet. It was soup of beaf chopped in bits and spiced deliciously. Long story short, it was not like anything I had tasted and it was very delicious. I grabbed my spoon and dug into the meal consuming everything on my plate in less than a minute. I looked at Raphael who was giving me the ' I told you' look, and gave him a thumbs up demonstrating how much I enjoyed the meal. I saw a little flash of smile which didn't last up to a second. Every other person too was impressed by how well a man could cook but I was sure he used one of the werewolves magic ingredients. It was impossi

She scoffed and almost turned to leave when Raphael's voice called from the kitchen. "I'm in here!” He said, and Fatima shook her head before going toward the kitchen, and there she found Raphael seated at the dining table; different kinds of foods were placed on the table, different and there were a lot. “Wait, this is for you alone?” Fatima couldn't believe it; she sat down at one of the chairs and reached for a banana. “I like to feed my body,” Raphael defended as he took a sip of a glass of milk. “Okay, why would a grown man like you have milk for breakfast?” She couldn't help but laugh; even Bonnie doesn't drink fresh milk anymore, only when she needs it, but even then a huge fight happ

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.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, could we start all over? I looked at him for a long time debating within myself weather to trust him or not. Then I made up my mind, thinking to myself that I had nothing to lose either way. So, I nodded my acknowledgment of his apology. 'My name's Raphael Mint', he said, extending his hand, a smile on his face. 'And you are....?' 'Millicent O'Brien', I replied, accepting his handshake. 'I am not rogue but I love wandering or running free and wild. I enjoy it a whole lot', he volunteered as though to show me, he had nothing against me being rogue or anything. 'Where are you travelling to?'

I walked out of the room and saw Raphael in the living room cleaning the messy place. "What are you still doing here?" I asked him. He picked up every bottle off the floor while saying, "Couldn't leave after seeing a messy place like this. One of my bad habits, I guess." "Going to get messy anyways." When I opened the refrigerator, I saw fruits and vegetables instead of instant foods. Raphael, "I went shopping too." I closed the refrigerator and asked, "Where's my food?" "Those are not foods. That's junk. You'll get sick if you keep on eating it."

“Because you have nothing.” The air stilled. The noise from the cars below disappeared. The birds vanished from the sky completely. The Earth stopped rotating. And Raphael’s eyes darkened. The small amount of mercy he’d been holding onto dissolved instantly. Before any of the other men could raise a fist, Raphael took one step back, and summoning every strength in his body, he drove his foot into the man’s jaw. The crack echoed across the rooftop, blood sprayed onto the concrete. Even the men felt it.

“As for Elle, she needs stringing up for what she's done. To so many of us-” “Marcus? I know Robyn saw him here, at the inn-” Except my voice vanished as the thick wooden bench shook beneath me. I found the humongous frame of Raphael, or it could be the other one next to me. Shuffling up to give him space, I inhaled his darker, more rum-like spice. It's very intriguing. He still had his black shirt and armour on, zero attempt made to spruce himself up. Just like most of the men in this huge wood panelled barn. “This is Raphael, I don’t think you’ve met properly?”