Rottmnt Raphael Novels & Stories

Sophie said "Oh... um... nice Sophie I am really happy it was... um to your satisfaction." Raphael said "Yeah so tell me about you Raphael, I am quite curious to know more about you, that is if you are willing to tell me, of course." Sophie said "Yeah... Yeah... Sure, of course... I am... um Raphael James." He said "Great, you've got a nice name." She complimented "Thanks..." "Okay, so how old are you?" She asked "I'm... twenty six."

"You will spend the rest of your life rotting in the cells for questioning my authority." Three castle guards burst through the door to my office and grab Raphael by the arms and they try to lead him away. Raphael doesn't put up a fight. Ripping his arms out of the hands of the castle guards he looks at them coldly and says, "I can walk myself."

But when I heard one of them speak, I paused for a moment and looked up in their direction. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. I'm Raphael," he said, looking in my direction. I was so shocked by what I had learned that I accidentally dropped the cake I was holding, causing it to break and fall to the floor, drawing everyone's attention. "This can't be..." I whispered to myself, staring at him with tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.

“Want some, maggot? I appreciate the work you've done.” “No,” I said drily. “Now can you please remove your bony butt?” The volunteers eyed Samael oddly. He smirked, easing onto my lap. “This derriere graces only the most anointed of mortals. Consider it a blessing, worm.” “I'm sure Raphael has seen loads of it.” “You crude, disgusting girl.” He stole the last of my fries.

He sighed and gestured his hand behind me with a bleak expression on his face. Turning to see what he was referring to, I spotted a man I had never seen before, about my age, standing before me. He wore a simple flannel shirt over a white tank top and faded blue jeans. His tawny gold hair fell in loose waves, partially covering his forehead. Had he been standing there all along because I hadn’t noticed him when I came in? “Good afternoon Mr. Robert,” he said politely with a dry smile. “I’m Raphael and I have come to take back my wife and kid.”

Raphael got in the back seat, face scrunched as he practically hurled his bag at the window like it personally offended him. "Drive," he grumbled, slammed the door shut, shaking the wet hair out of his eyes. "This weather is disgusting. And I think I failed my Macroeconomics presentation because Odin decided hacking my file and replacing my graphs with a high-res photo of me drooling in my sleep would be fun." I ignored him, peeling out of the parking lot way too fast for the slick roads. My hands were gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. Romona didn't answer, and the silence started eating me up. I turned to her again, impatient.

Stepping into an office Raphael sat behind a desk, Ray stood at first looking at its expensive decor. "Take a seat" "I think I'll stand" "You're not going back to her Ray" Ray's attention came to him "What makes you think anything here will stop me?" "Carefull now..." Raphael pressed a button that made a different door in his office open, a man stepped in that was built like a truck, and had to bend not to hit his head on the doorframe. "And this? Is he supposed to scare me?" "His name is Leopold and he's a twin blood just like Tala"

When the music stopped, Ines opens her eyes and looks at Raphael. "why did you stop?" asks Ines. "I can play only so much" says Raphael. "What if I pay you to play more?" asks Ines. "Or you could ask nicely" says Raphael. Ines smiles and says "I rather pay you" "Bitch" says Raphael and Ines calls him "Manwhore" "Hey, i have been faithful. I have robotically fucked only you" says Raphael. Ines recalls her talk with Maurizio and says "I need to tell you something"

Looks: 5’7, White, brown round eyes, wrinkles, brown short hair always on a ponytail, slim. Family: Raphael Lockwood (boss, like a son) / Robert Smith (husband) / Isbella (Tammy) Smith (daughter) Friends: N/A Romeo Karkov (62) Job: Leader of the Russian mafia Raphael’s biggest enemy Personality: despicable, unfaithful, rude, dangerous, womaniser, disrespectful Looks: 5’7, White greasy hair, Fat, wrinkles, with uneven teeth. Scar on the right side of his face, green eyes.

Velma asked squinting her face "I learnt he is Mr Raphael's current assistant, he takes care of all Mr Raphael's needs. Sometimes, he takes all the anger from him." "Really? He will be surprised to see me wanting to take his place at Mr Raphael's" "Of course he won't, he is only temporarily assisting Mr Raphael until Mr Raphael find a new assistant, I learnt he is eager to leace Mr Raphael's job" "No one will want to work with such person except desperate people like me" "Desperate or not, you've got the chance" Velma said as she devoured the meatballs that were a side dish for dinner "Ugh, Mr Raphael is a lazy rich folk with a grumbling assistance, how much work will I have to do on my firs