Tmnt Raph X Mikey Novels & Stories

the muscular one reassures me and shoots a reprimanding look at his brother. "Sorry, miss, I was only trying to understand, Rapha," he shrugs, and now I know the muscular one's name is Rapha.

"Good. Now we spar. Light contact. I'm testing your reflexes. Not trying to knock you out." "Comforting." He laughs. "Guard up." We begin. Rapha moves like water. Fluid. Unpredictable. Fast. I block. Dodge. Counter when I can. He taps me lightly. Ribs. Shoulder. Jaw. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to show me where I'm open. "Better," he says. "But you're telegraphing. I see your punches before you throw them." "How?" "Your shoulder twitches. Very slightly. Before every cross."

He had his mouth open to say something, but he never got the chance. Lucas rocketed forward, all his weight and strength and rage powering his fist into Mikey’s jaw. As Mikey fell, Lucas caught his shoulders and guided him in just the right direction for his face to connect with Lucas’s upswinging knee. The pain in his hand was a symphony, the contact with

I related with a shaky voice trembling in fear. Ray flared up. "What!!!!! So that Raphael could go this length?" Ray thundered and sprung up. I stood up immediately to face Ray. Ray face has already turned read and his teeth was gnashing together. He folded his fist 🤜 together like a 🐯 roaring lion 🦁. I became more terrified... "Ray like I said it's just a hutch it might just be a coincident maybe someone else..." ray cuts in before I could finish up. "So Raphael really made good of his treat huh?" He wried nodding his head and not looking at me.

Me: Did you hurt him? Raph: No. I made sure he understood the situation. Another message followed immediately after. Raph: You are safe. Raph: That is all that matters. Me: Where are you? Raph: Close enough. I stared at the screen, annoyed and relieved at the same time, which made no sense and somehow made perfect sense when it came to him. Raph: You should sleep and I will continue what I started. My eyebrows pulled together. Me: Which is?

Little Ruby said, sticking out her tongue playfully, but there was a glimmer of respect in her eyes. “Not boring—essential,” I corrected. “An action plan without a strategy is just chaos.” They both nodded thoughtfully, as if I’d just shared the secret to life itself, their young faces serious as they contemplated my words. After the second part of the movie, the kids chose to draw their favorite TMNT characters, their creativity flowing freely. Little Ruby’s Raphael had oversized muscles, while Rhett’s Michelangelo was mid-air, throwing nunchucks with flair. I was appreciating their creativity when the front door opened, breaking our artistic flow. Ruby stepped in, pausing when she saw us.

Miro sprinted away with Rafael on his back. **** Tadariez

GERARD . . The door creaked open, and without thinking, I turned to cover Tommy with my body. Then I saw who it was. “Raph.” My shoulders dropped. “It’s just you.” Tommy’s pheromones hit him. “He’s in rut?” “Yeah.” I wrapped my fingers around Tommy’s wrist. “I need to get him out of here.” Silence—heavy and dense—dragged as Raph’s gaze darted to Tommy, then back to me. His pupils flared like I had betrayed him.

“I hope so.” “Well, it's been fun, but I need to get home,” Mikey says as he stands to leave. Tanya and I stand to walk him toward the door. Before walking out the door, Mikey turns to face us. He grabs Tanya and pulls her into an embrace. “I’m glad that you remember who we are. I hated lying to you.” “Thanks for everything, Mikey.” “You’re welcome, sis,” Mikey tells Tanya before letting her go. He grabs me and pulls me into a hug. “Make sure you make this right,” Mikey whispers in my ear before letting me out of the embrace. I nod my head in understanding.

Tami mumbled, drawing a crescent moon and an odd shaped cow flying over it. The image evoked laughter from her chest as she flipped the paper to start a new drawing, but the doubled doors swung open, almost having her ducking under the table until she saw that it was Raphael. “It’s only me.” He chuckled as he closed the space between them and immediately engrossed her in a hug as if he hadn’t seen her in months. Raphael wasted no time in claiming her lips too, kissing her with so much longing and passion her knees buckled. “How did the meeting go?” Tami mumbled once they pulled away, her head still light and hazy from the kiss.