Romans & histoires Rimuru Raphael

His eyes landed on Joseph as he spoke: - Is Mr Cosey making sure against me? Joseph chuckled, his voice was neither high nor low, but quite scary, he grabbed Mia's shoulder with his hand. - I have never considered Mr Jacquet as an opponent. What he meant was that Raphael was not qualified. Raphael was not angry and smiled gently. - Then I'll wait outside. He raised his hand and gestured for Cyril to push him out. - Who's that? Norbert approached Lucas and asked. - He's the most powerful man in Toveira.

Thomas said. "Yes to be honest Raphael"Lorenzo chorused along. He rolled his eyes at them. Raphael was about speaking up in his defence when the door pushed open and a familiar figure entered. "What the fuck!"Raphael exclaimed on seeing Emilio. Emilio was one of his italian mafians. He was like a younger brother to Raphael. The red haired young man chuckled. "What the fuck are you doing in Africa? You should be in italy!"Raphael exclaimed the more in visible irritation.

I wasn’t cut out for this shift. “Remi?” a masculine voice called my name. My heart slammed faster in my ribs as I flung the door open. Why was a man— Oh no. Fuck no. Fuck. My eyes darted down from the view around and then to the man before me. “Raphael… And you’re Remi? Soren’s new brother?” Raphael asked, grinning, arms still crossed over his chest. Raphael played alongside the team; I’d seen him in lots of pictures with Soren. Of course I’d recognized him from my stalking days.

Her hands crawl back to her pocket as a result and her eyes keep searching for solace from the ground. “You can’t kill him! He’s my son!! My youngest child.” Raphael plops on the floor as if he has lost all his energy and bursts into a cry while saying, “I don’t know…I don’t why I couldn’t recognise him! I thought I murdered my child! But…”

I laughed, and that was when Luca arrived. He didn't push or make a scene. He simply materialized at my side with the quiet authority of someone who had decided a thing and was executing it, and put one hand on the small of my back with a pressure that was light and communicative and said, very clearly, several things he wasn't saying out loud. Raphael looked at the hand. Looked at Luca. Looked at me. "Raphael Moreau," he said, extending his hand with the unbothered confidence of someone who respected a well-played move even when it was played against him. "Dumont Academy."

Xander breathed lets talk inside Raphael said unlocking the front door he lead everyone inside to a command center with a large meeting room everyone have a seat Raphael said Kyra please! she sat down in the chair he directed her to next to him at the table Xander quickly took the seat next to her as the others filled in meet the others this is Raziel Seraphim of Destruction he was at the battle today he was a slim guy good looking and seemed to be in his early twenties with black hair worn in a spiky emo style and dark blood-red eyes dressed in a black sleeveless shirt and black pants

Raphael said "I still don't get it." Sophie said "Okay I'll explain everything to you, just ask away." Raphael said "Who are you again?" Sophie asked "I am Raphael James, the Prince and Alpha of Venom Pack." He said "You are the prince of Venom Pack the most dreaded of all packs?" Sophie asked "I don't know about the dreaded part but yeah." Raphael said "I have to go home." Sophie said "Why? I thought we are supposed to spend the night together." Raphael asked "No way, this is a poisonous place, I don't want to be part of it." Sophie said

He asked. I glanced at the left side of his neck, where I'd left my mark on him not long after I shifted for the first time. "I'm ready." I replied with a nod. Raph focused his blue eyes on me. "I, Alpha Raphael Stars of the Blue moon pack, take you, Mina Wolf of the Red Blood pack and my Mate and Luna." I was about to say my part, thinking he was done. But Raph continued.

She was acting weird for a maid. We were just 3 at the table. There were other servants but it seemed Nora was meant to serve only me. I was pointing out what I wanted when I heard a laugh. It seemed sarcastic and it was Ophelia. My eyes glanced at her, observing her aloof, high-and-mighty exterior. So this was Mikhail's type, well they both had an ego that can rival mountains. "You must be the new assistant. I am Raphael, I work for Mr Romanov." He cleared his throat drawing my attention. He didn't introduce himself with a surname, so I followed suit. At least he seemed a bit hospitable.

"Ms. Petunia, you know me." She shook her head. "Apparently not as well as I thought I did, Ivan. Start speaking or you will both end up dead before you can leave this room." Ivan turned, glared at me. "You tell her. You got us in mess." Shit. He was right. I cleared my throat. "My name is Raphael Amatucci." Nia's shoulders twitched, but that was her only sign. I smiled wryly. "I see you've heard of us. When I saw you on the roof-"