Romans & histoires Raphael Hamato

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

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.

She replies uncertainly. “Okay.” Azraiel nods. They didn’t notice that Theo had gone out of the room and was now back. “Alpha… The portrait of Richard that we made with Caleb’s help is ready.” Theo hands over a rolled sheet to Azraiel. Charlotte’s eyes get stuck to the sheet as he opens it and lays it down on the table. Azraiel looks expectantly at Charlotte. Charlotte takes in the sketch in front of her with a clenched jaw. She is aware of the burning gaze of her mate.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

“Don’t get me wrong, I heard about Lorenzo and you two training for combat. But you are among a pack of Lycans, and most are stronger than you are. You may be small, and that would help you when it comes to agility, but that doesn’t mean that you would be able to cope with things when they grew rough outside.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked, and he sighed. “You are well aware that Arturo is a Capo dei Capi, and you know that he has his enemies. Wolves or not…” “Our marriage is to ensure the peace between wolves and Lycans, Donatello. What you are saying right now does not make any sense.” I said, stopping him. The man was well aware of the peace treaty that was made between the wol

"The man was born in Nottingham, 54 years ago. He is the eldest child with a twin sister and is currently living in Turkey following his husband. His father is a neurologist, and his mother is a psychiatrist. Many years dead. Raphael himself is an architect who graduated from Cambridge University. He married a woman from Bristol and has one daughter named Aurora Smith." From his seat, Tristan was also enthusiastic to hear what Joseph explained. Even though he had previously heard about Raphael's background directly, he wanted to make sure again whether what Raphael had told was the same as what Joseph would say today. "Raphael first became friends with Andrew John Quartararo when they both s

Raphael As I walked into the luxurious café, I couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort wash over me. "Hello, welcome to cafe Haven! Do you have a reservation?" The hostess asked me as I approached her. "Yes, Raphael Lahsen, Thank you." She looked over a list of names on a tablet. Once she found what she was looking for, she smiled politely. "Right this way, Mr. Lahsen." With a menu in hand, she guided me to a table off to the side. A large window sat beside it with a beautiful view of a garden with a tiny pond.

Only my little jewel would sass the king of all vampires. “That’s a lot of attitude for such a little body.” One of his guy's states. “I’ll show you some fucking attitude.” Ty snarks. “Ok, I think introductions are in order,” Dad announces. “Sorry Grayston, I am Haratio king of all vampires and this is my beta Lazarthio and my gamma Nephalitium.” Haratio says.