Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles 2014 Raphael Novels & Stories

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.

He clenched his wrists to stop the shaking and licked at his lips, but his tongue met nothing but dryness. “My parents…” he croaked. Caden stepped forward slowly with a dark expression in his gaze. His head tilted slightly. “What… did you say?” Raphael blinked, then he snapped out of it. He stared at Caden and took a cautious step back, his next words spilling too fast. “I am Raphael Ashen. The son of Alpha Riad Ash…” He didn’t finish, Caden’s fist landed against his jaw, cracking the air. Raphael heard a distant pop of bone. Then came the heat, lighting his face on fire and rushing down his neck.

Raphael said and smirked. “Let's talk about the real deal, why did you pick such a place for your dirty plan?”. Erick asked as he turned around. “Well, most evil deeds that are usually done in the dark, just like Batman would always appear in the dark against Joker, I'm the Batman, while Lucian is, well, the Joker.” “I will kill Lucian as Michael wants, and in return you'll help me become the next Mafia Lord.” Raphael proposed with a calm voice. “You want to become the Mafia Lord?” Ryder asked.

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

They had already set up a few tents, and there was already food prepared on the table. People were also slowly gathering up. Without even thinking, her eyes landed on Raphael who was just sitting on the corner, eating a piece of watermelon. He was just quiet, and wasn’t in other people’s circles. For a moment, he could almost be seen as an introvert, but he was far from being one. It looked like he was thinking deeply of something, and Timothee, even if she kept telling herself to look away, couldn’t get herself to look away.

The way he looked, the way he carried himself, so simple, yet one could tell he was a billionaire. He had long hair, the same length as Ian’s, only his was blonde. That’s when Fatima noticed the shape of his nose, straight and pointy, just like Ian’s. It was like looking at Ian’s twin brother. “My name is Raphael. But you can call me Raph. Nice to finally meet you,” he introduced himself, taking Fatima’s hand to his lips, which she hadn’t even realized she had given him, as she was too shocked just looking at him.

Raphael's eyes darted to her chest and a smirk pulled at his lips when he saw that she was hiding her goodies from him. She was about to say something again when he slammed his mouth on hers, picking her up with one hand and she automatically wrapped her legs around his hips. The sense immediately got knocked out of Tiana's head and she wrapped her arms around his neck retuning his kisses. When she felt her bum touch a cold surface she broke the kiss to look. Which was a good thing because they needed air. Though Raphael didn't stop planting kisses all over her jawline and neck. Living splashes of little red marks. When it dawned on her that he put her on his study table she felt his mouth c

Xander breathed lets talk inside Raphael said unlocking the front door he lead everyone inside to a command center with a large meeting room everyone have a seat Raphael said Kyra please! she sat down in the chair he directed her to next to him at the table Xander quickly took the seat next to her as the others filled in meet the others this is Raziel Seraphim of Destruction he was at the battle today he was a slim guy good looking and seemed to be in his early twenties with black hair worn in a spiky emo style and dark blood-red eyes dressed in a black sleeveless shirt and black pants

"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!"

Xavier opened the door while Mira stood watch, her sharp eyes scanning the area for any lingering threats. The second we were inside, the divider between the front and back seats slid up, giving us complete privacy. For the first few moments, silence. Then— "That was exhausting," I muttered. Raphael didn’t respond. I turned to Raphael, studying him carefully. His jaw was still tense. His fingers drummed idly against his knee. He was still irritated. I sighed. "You’re seriously still mad about Dante?" His blue eyes flicked to me. "Dante is a snake. And he knows how to get under my skin."