Tmnt Raph 소설 & 이야기

Livia wanted to fan herself, to stop long enough to fully appreciate the vision Rhye made—hot and sweaty, energized from the fight, his beautiful eyes dark with the same lust she felt. With the white tattoos swirling over his skin, his full beard, and his long, mahogany hair hanging loose around his shoulders, he appeared every bit a warrior, like he’d walked right out of the pages of a romance novel. They wore a path in the mat, circling each other, both tempting the other to make a move, until Rhye lunged for her in a blur, so fast she barely saw the movement, barely realized his intention until his strong arms locked around her body like a vise, and he took her down.

"Tade, please... stop, I beg you..." But Tade is far from finished. "You have systematically ruined every single alliance we had!" he screams, his chest expanding as his wolf rumbles. "I warned you about Rapha's sharp mind. He carries the exact same dangerous brilliance as Nyara. But you dismissed him as a useless, plain rogue and convinced me to throw him to the wolves! Look what happened! Rapha is Kaelum! He is the most powerful black-market weapon designer in the world, and we did not even know it!"

The stranger smiled at them before turning to Julian. "I am so sorry about that; they just get really excited sometimes," Julian said. "Oh no, it's fine; it's not every day I get to be called handsome by a beautiful princess." The stranger replied with a warm smile. "Oh, hmm, so I wanted to ….Uhmm…ask where you got that sweatshirt from; it looks really cool," Julian stuttered. "What's your name?" Adrian asked, pulling the stranger's shirt again. "You can call me Raph." He responded, smiling at Adrian, then turned to Julian and said, "Huh, I'm not sure I can recall; it was a gift."

Raphael was simply an healer, no special training skills. Tank and Peter took off after the impostor while Raphael helped himself up from the floor, and went to check on Thorne. For now, Thorne was his priority and if that guy had just been coming out of his room, it meant he had done something to him. Raphael walked in and went straight to the timer he set on the desk, thankfully he had well over two minutes before the next dose would be due. Raphael looked around the room having no idea what he was looking for in particular. He just felt really wary, that was all. He was sure that impostor had come here looking for a reason. He just had to figure out what the reason could be.

Raphael was being eaten up by something and he didn't want to share it with me. I entered and went over to him. Pulling out a chair and sitting by his side, I ran my hands through his dark raven locks. "What are you studying Raph?"I softly asked. "Just some documents. Court documents. I have a client who is charged with attempted rape"he replied. I gasped and he let out a laugh. I had almost forgotten Raph was a criminal lawyer. "Really? This is serious did your client do it?"I asked with curious eyes.

They both stood there watching the now pale face of their beautiful mate. Raph closed his eyes, feeling his weak knees turn into jelly and he slumped hard to the ground not being able to bear it anymore. He wanted to yell, scream his head off, shout his lungs out, curse or even cry out but nothing happened. He just knelt there with head bowed in despair. Everything became numb and without realizing it, his consciousness drifted away. It was only after Raph opened his eyes that he realized he was no longer in the room. With much difficulty, he managed to get up his feet and look around in confusion.

Rhett called out. My heart dropped when the name slipped out his tongue. My legs immediately turned into jelly when I saw him entering the room. I pressed my lips together trying my best to control myself. Raphaël's hair is damp and messy as it kisses his forehead. My pulse quickens when I notice his not fully dressed-his only covered in a towel and it hangs dangerously low exposing his v-line. My eyes roamed his body taking in his muscular toned biceps, his left arm is fully inked and he has a huge scar across his chest.

I swallowed, my eyes shifted to Raphael, who was now standing still staring at his brother with his hand tucked into his pocket. I turned back to the man in front of me extending my hand. "Yes, I am. Hi," "Nice to meet you. I'm Matteo Thorne. Raphael's twin brother." "She did not ask you, man. Keep your hands to yourself." Rapheal snapped but Matteo already had his hand in mine squeezing it slightly. "You're very beautiful. And your eyes...you have a very..." He barely finished his statement before Raphael matched toward him and dragged him back from his shirt.

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?

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.