Rottmnt Raphael Novels & Stories

Lucas begged too and she nodded affirmatively Roman looked and Lucas and gave a slight nod before Lucas rushed in, “Look at me Sophie, I know we aren’t in that position where are cool like that. And I also have known about the supernatural for a few hours and also in a few hours I will be turning into God knows what but I can assure you this that I am not what you think I am and we are in this together” Harley held Sophie’s stone cold fingers, Sophie sniffled and kept looking at Harley before giving her a soft smile of approval.

Chapter 68. Stricken with questions. Adrian's POV. Raphael. His brows furrowed at me in a glance like the speed of lightning, though he did not seem as surprised as I was like he was expecting me here and maybe he was here for me. 'Is it all a set-up? How did Mr Carter get to know him? What's happening?' I wondered. My eyes remained on him when he took some long-slow slides towards me. He offered me a handshake, "Hi, I'm Raphael O'Neill, Maven told me a lot about you and I must say meeting you in person is such a nice feeling."

"This is frittata. It's just like omelette but garnished with meat, cheese and vegetables. I'm making it specially for you. Remember I told you I'll make it up to you. Well today I'll serve you breakfast and take you on a tour round Rome" I smiled like a dog with two tails. "You are amazing Raph"I cried in delight before giving him a surprise kiss on the cheek. "If you want to kiss me,..."he lowly began with a smirk. "Do it well wife"he added with his one hand snaking around my waist and tugging me closer to him. My face went beetroot red. "Raph there are people here"i shyly replied, my eyes darting to the ground. "So?"He replied unfazed.

Trying not to dwell on it, I tiptoed to the kitchen and got to work making my legendary hangover-cure breakfast: scrambled eggs with herbed goat cheese, crispy rosemary potatoes, thick sourdough toast, and my signature freshly-pressed green juice with ginger, lime, celery, and cucumber. I’d just finished arranging the plates when I heard a door creak open behind me. Raphaël shuffled out, rubbing his eyes. His curls were sticking out at every angle. The remnants of his skeleton face paint still shadowed his eyes, giving him a haunted, grunge rock sort of look. "Oh. Morning," he mumbled when he spotted me. His voice was raspy with sleep. "Morning," I said, stirring the eggs one last time. He m

Both Angoori and Hector made sounds at the back of their throat when their bodies hit the ground hard. Valerie turned to see what happened, but when her eyes landed on a dark figure who looked so dark that he is surrounded by some kind of black fog-like thing. It's difficult to make out anything. But her heart began to pound violently. She knows without a doubt that the man who is pinning down Hector and Angoori is none other than Raphael. "Raphael?" "Raphael " "Boss" Valerie, Hector, and Angoori spoke at once. But Raphael looked at them blankly. He couldn't recollect who they are. His mind is filled with unexplainable rage and anger. The urge to kill anyone and everyone is so strong, that h

A broad-shouldered man stepped out from the driver’s side, approaching Roger, who hadn't yet realized he was being watched. It was Felix. Sara recognized him instantly. Damon Moretti’s right-hand man. Her heart seemed to stop as she watched Felix grab Roger’s shoulder roughly, forcing him to turn around. From the distance, she saw Roger freeze in shock. The plastic bag of fresh strawberries he had just bought slipped from his grasp, spilling onto the sidewalk. Roger regained his composure, shoving Felix away with a violent motion. Even from afar, Sara could feel the suffocating tension as the two men spoke with grim expressions.

~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.”

She threw the thick duvet off her legs, grabbed her robe, and walked out of the bedroom. Raphael was standing in the kitchen, aggressively scraping a piece of blackened sourdough toast with a butter knife. He was wearing gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt, his hair sticking up in every direction. "You know," Claire said, leaning against the doorframe, "you can just throw that piece away. We have an entire loaf." Raphael jumped slightly, dropping the butter knife into the sink with a loud clatter. He turned around, looking entirely caught. "It's salvageable," Raphael grumbled, running a hand through his messy hair. He looked at the burnt bread, then at her. "I wanted to make you breakf

“Aw, I know lovey, leaving your friends behind is hard, isn’t it?” Then she’s gone again. Rafael’s arm twitches. “Ow! Fuck!” Matteo hisses and he starts to rub his leg. “What’s wrong?” I ask, speaking for the first time. “My leg. Feels like a muscle cramp.” “Hm,” Rafael says and finally puts his right hand on the table. It’s empty. “That would be the ricin.” “The what?” Matteo asks.

Just as Margaret was about to return to her car with her hands trembling, she heard a male voice call her from behind. "Maggi." She slowly turned back and moved her hair, which had covered her face, backward with the tip of her index finger. "Raphael?" Her voice came out more like a question than an acknowledgment. "Long time, no see." He said as he approached her. Raphael is one of Daniel's worst enemies in the neighborhood and also the gang leader of an opposing group. There was no way Margaret would not recognize him when the scar he got from fighting the cops some years back was still clear on his forehead.