Tensura Raphael Novels & Stories

This involves her life too. He took off his clothes and gently Stepped into the water which was extremely cold but of course he didn't catch a cold so he was okay with the water temperature.. He stayed in the water with his eyes closed and tried to keep every single thought including the voices outta his head.. Raphael was still submerged under water when he suddenly felt a tight squeeze In his chest which felt really suffocating.. He opened his eyes and quickly got outta the water and sat down on the edge while clenching his chest area in discomfort..

Raphael said sarcasm dripping off his tone. "You're just as boring as they come." Raphael made his way to the backyard and Tank followed along with him. "So what's next now?" That question of Tank's answered itself as Raphael pulled out a tissue wrap from his pocket. He unfolded it the tissue revealing a syringe which he picked with his right hand as the wrap fell to the floor, Raphael bent on his knees and placed the syringe on the ground. Tank edged a bit closer and stood over him, miraculously or rather magically the liquid in the pot had turned transparent, having no difference to normal water.

“I’m not. This is all because of him. He’s the one pushing all this disgusting shit on me. Invading my space. Twisting my head. Once he’s out of here, everything will go back to normal.” But even as he said it, doubt gnawed at him. It now seemed like he was deluding himself. Eventually, thirst and restlessness drove him out of bed. He walked into the living room and stopped short. Raphael was sprawled on the couch in nothing but gray sweatpants, controller in hand, playing some violent shooter game on the big TV. The blue glow from the screen highlighted every ridge of his abs and the sharp cut of his jawbone. He looked completely relaxed, like he owned the place.

I chuckled at what I saw, they were so cute doing that. Noel and Charles exhausted themselves on my ass and pussy, released all their loads inside me and on my mouth. My body felt numb when their bodies left me. I couldn’t move my legs anymore when Raphael carried me, I just wrapped my arms around his body and let him take me anywhere he wanted. From what I remember, Raphael is the eldest one. He was 43, has a girlfriend for seven years now and they are soon to marry. Too bad, it seemed like before he marry another girl, I would first taste him… all of him.

He is not worth it', I said to him through a miasma of pain while holding his hand. It's as if he is in another zone. He shook my hand like I'm a rag doll and continued his punching. 'Please Rafa', I begged him. Not for that dirty scum, but for him. Because this Raphael is different, he is scary... he is dangerous. I was never scared of him. Not even when he deliberately irritated me. Not even when he was in the moody phase for days. He is normally unfazed, nothing touches him. Shit, not even when some lady tried to ruin his product's reputation. I feel like it was a Long time ago. But that's the Raphael I know. Serious but calm. Passionate but distant.

Evelyn replied. On the other hand, Raphael returned to his room and closed the door leading to the balcony. He was done receiving fresh natural air for the night. He still had some things to do. He was already in a bad mood tonight but after listening to Evelyn's voice, he had managed to calm down. His mouth was still paining him that he had to nurse the swollen part. He brought out his laptop and logged in to his secret account. On clicking on a button, different architectural buildings popped up bearing the title EXCLUSIVE NORTH STAR. He rubbed his palms against each other before relaxing on the chair, his eyes glued to the screen.

I pressed my palm lightly against the cool glass, trying to calm the erratic beat of my heart and the persistent ache low in my belly. Moments later, I sensed him before I heard him — that undeniable presence that seemed to charge the air itself. Raphael appeared beside me, silent and graceful, holding two crystal tumblers. He handed me one, his fingers brushing mine in the exchange. The contact sent another spark straight to my core.

Jessica concluded. "So you're trying to tell me he might still have plans to continue working for that organization?" Audrey asked again. To her surprise, Jessica shook her head. "No, what I'm trying to say is: Raphael had most of his bones broken. Not even surgery could restore him to his previous self. But in the gap of five years, he returned to his former self. Becoming more energized." "So what are you trying to say?"

Please, Raphaël, sit down. He looks my age, and contrary to what I'd imagined (damn prejudice) he's very virile. Well-built, muscular, jet-black hair with a few scattered streaks of electric blue. He's got a pierced eyebrow and tattooed forearms. My companions and Reed grunt in chorus, and Raphaël, who quickly catches on, bursts out laughing. This doesn't slow him down and he crosses the room, under inquisitive glances, to place me on the sofa.

I was anyhow controlling myself from not moaning in pleasure. He is giving relief to the same back to which Xaphan gave pain. The wounds have healed but the scabs are not ready to leave my skin yet. Despite so many scars on my skin, Raphael always looks at me like I am the most beautiful girl alive on this earth which makes me forget about my flaws. He then massaged my lower back and rolled his knuckles up and down taking me into the depth of tranquility.