Tmnt 2012 Raphael Angry Novels & Stories

Raphael raged like an angry bull. He had hit the roof and I noticed his fists were clenching. "Raphael your ego will cost you your life. I promise you that"Dante seethed with balled fist. Raphaels wrath became more obvious as he shot his step brother and icy glare and aimed the gun at him. "Dontworry about me. Worry about yourself first"Raphael gritted his teeth in anger. My eyebrows pulled up together in fear and tears streaked down my cheeks.

Tellie says to Bella “Sorry Babes,” Bella shows Tellie her empty bowl. Tellie takes her three chips to the front of the tv and sits down. “Okay I think Bella is Leo, Ryan is Michelangelo, I’m Donatello, and Raymond is absolutely Raphael,” Justin says. “I see it,” Ryan agrees. “I am not grumpy and mean,” Raymond protests. “Tellie,” Ryan asks getting her attention. “Who is Mr. Grumpy?” “Ray ray,” Tellie says with a baby giggle.

Now that I knew he wasn't here for a fucking dance, I felt all too exposed with him seeing me like this. “And how do you plan on achieving that? I still have less…” He checked his watch. “...than thirty minutes before you guard dogs come looking for you. Wouldn't want my money going to waste, would you?” He taunts, flashing his fangs wickedly. “You can take your money and shove it up your ass.” I retorted. I was fucking angry. Raphael had easily agreed without even properly checking to know who he was. As long as money was involved, all rational thoughts flew out of his head.

He kneels in front of me, hands gentle but trembling with restrained fury. “He shouldn’t be able to do that,” Raph growls. “Not across this distance. Not unless he’s deliberately trying to hurt you.” “He is,” I whisper. “He thinks I betrayed him.” Raph stares at me for a long moment, something fierce and unbearably pained flickering through his eyes. “You didn’t.” I choke out a soft, broken laugh. “Tell that to him.” “I just did,” Raph snaps, then catches himself, exhaling slowly. “Pearl. Look at me.”

Raph grabbed my arm, his grip like iron, dragging me forward. “Let go!” I yelled, struggling against his hold. Raph snarled at me, his canines out. "You don't belong here, human." “Then let me go!” I twisted, bringing my knee up, catching him in the stomach. He grunted, loosening his grip just enough for me to break free. I stumbled back, feeling the hot rush of adrenaline as I raised my fists, my breath coming fast. I knew I didn’t stand a chance against them in a fight, but I wouldn’t go down without trying.

Zave immediately punched the right side of the man's face until Raphael staggered far back. Instantly feeling painful and dizzy, oyong, even he immediately found it difficult to stand upright. Shaking his head to regain his senses, his vision became blurry and two-dimensional. "You! You! Yesterday afternoon's child! How dare you!" said Raphael who immediately wanted to attack Zave even though the man was actually still feeling so sick in the head.

"Seth Golan, I'm warning you. You better watch your mouth. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" Raphael suddenly looked quite angry. "You? What a joke! Raphael, if you didn't have the Thompsons shielding you, I'd already have had you crippled. What gives you the right to act so arrogantly in front of me?!" Seth sniffed as he looked at Raphael in disdain. "You-" Raphael was furious, but there was nothing he could do. After that, he composed himself as he pulled Leon to the left.

I moved back around to my side of the desk. I waited for Martin to get to his feet. His chicken legs were trembling so badly I was afraid he was going to faceplant the desk before he had a chance to go apologize. "Make your apology good enough, I'll send Rafe to patch you up." Martin's blue eyes went wide as saucers. He licked his lips again. "Raphael?" I nodded, bit back the smirk. "Yeah, he's our in-house trauma team, remember?" More tears welled in Martin's eyes. He nodded. "Yes, sir, Mr. Amatucci." He limped from the room.

"This is interesting,. said, rubbing his chin with a sly smile on his face. I never lose my cool, but just at the mention of Jasmine's name, something always changes in my demeanor. “Anyways, Raphael went to Paris after getting an intel about Jasmine; I don't think it will come out positive though.” He said nonchalantly, breaking his knuckles. “Hmm” I stood up from the floor and stretched. “Time for round two.” “Ughh” he groaned. “I'll be in my wolf form, right?” He asked with sparkles in his eyes.

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."