Tmnt 2012 Raphael Angry Mga Nobela at Kwento

I punched him again and again, my anger and rage pouring out. "Stop! Dane, stop!" someone shouted, but I didn't listen. I was consumed by my fury. Raphael rushed into the cell, trying to grab me. "Dane, stop! You're going to kill him!" But I was beyond reason. I shook Raphael off, my anger still boiling over. Raphael tried again to grab me, but I was too strong. In the struggle, my fist connected with Raphael's jaw. He fell to the floor, unconscious. I stood over him, my chest heaving.

Raphael barely had time to regain his footing before I launched both fans at him with deadly precision, hoping to connect with flesh once again. He materialized out of the way, but he was still a second too late as one of my fans bit deep into his calf muscle. A triumphant smirk spread across my face as I watched my fans, with almost sentient loyalty, boomerang back into my waiting hands, ready to be wielded again in our dance of vengeance.

"Tade, please... I am telling the truth of the moon. Rapha drugged my cup. That omega boy must have put rogue powder in my hot water." Clenching his teeth until they click, Tade’s voice snaps through the cabin like a leather whip. "Stop using that useless boy as your excuse for everything! Did Rapha tell your wolf to strip for deltas in front of the entire mafia alliance? Did he force your mouth to call me an impotent loser?"

He did mention I would be monitored but I never thought he really meant it. The muscles in his jaw were taunt and his eyes, were brooding with a glare I had never seen him had before. It spoke of raw, threatening anger. His outfit alone sang of an omnious feeling. He was dressed in a black turtle neck, accompanied with black trousers over a black long gabbana suit jacket. Everything was black and it got me more horror filled. Immedately Tobi got off me glaring at Raphael. This wasn't good. "Don't you know that it isn't right to touch other people's property?"Raphael asked. His tone glistened with cold cruelty.

Raphael slapped Shaine twice before throwing a spat on her mouth, which she swallowed. “Fucking kneel!” Raphael commanded. Shaine was so excited kneeling. Raphael frantically removed his belt, the bulge in between his legs is already visible. His long hard cock mirrored Raphael’s face—angry and ready to attack. Raphael gripped Shaine’s jaw. “Open your fucking mouth.” Shaine did as she was told. Raphael spat on his long hard cock as he stroked it. Shaine looked like a fucking dog waiting for Raphael to fill his cock in her mouth. And when he did, she gagged and couldn’t breath.

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 was panting heavily from the yelling and his fists were curled up in annoyance. Vegas stood up and quickly went beside his father to calm him down, and so did Josephine. She gave him a glass of water to drink for relaxation. "I can't believe this!" Mandarin grunted. ________ Raphael closed the door of his room with a bang and rested against it. He slid down to the floor and placed his hand on his raised leg while he grabbed his hair in pain, frustration, and anger.

“What the fuck did you do?” Daniel’s eyes flitted to the hallway just moments ago, two of Rapha’s men stood there like sentinels, while the others, still bloodied and staggering from the earlier ambush, reeled behind him. “She wasn’t yours to protect.” Rapha eyes didn't leave the tablet in his hand, as the screen spilled cold, clean light on his face. His thumb scrolled with infuriating calm like Daniel was just a petulant child throwing a tantrum he’d grown used to tolerating.

When I couldn't take it anymore I decided to break the silence. “What's going on?” I raised at the top of my voice.. Raph glanced at me and just walked past me headed for his room up the stairs.. “Raph, mom, will somebody tell me what's going on?” Before I knew it Raphael turned back in anger the most I had ever seen him in my entire 35 years of living…. “Ask her…why is he here?” Raphael raged… Who… He kept saying he and the more he spoke the more I got confused…

The memory of how he left me to die echoes loudly in my brain as he stares down at me with his dark brown eyes. "Say it," he says as he moves his lips closer to my ears. Gritting my teeth together I back away from his face and look him in the eyes. "We have an understanding," I say, grinding my teeth together in anger. "Good," Raphael says with a now cheerful tone in his voice. "I am glad we could clear that up." Raphael turns to leave but I daringly reach out my hand and grab his arm. A growl rumbles from his chest as my hand grasps his forearm. He turns to look at me with his teeth bared at me. "Is she okay?" I ask him.