Argus Dan Rafaela Novels & Stories

His body flew back, crashing into a half-fallen chandelier. “Ah, finally,” I muttered. Rafael de Castro descended from the upper balcony, carrying an old-model gun, an M1911 with silver engravings. “I hate it when my party gets ruined halfway through,” he said, lighting his cigar. Ronan called out, “Showing up in style, as always, Raf.” Rafael burst out laughing. “Well, I don’t have Jacob’s sneaking skills or Calvin’s soft hair.” Calvin’s voice came through our earpieces. “Careful, sweethearts. Two heading toward the right wing. They’re carrying small detonators. Signal codes match those used by former Russian mercs. Not saying who used to have those contacts… but big capital ‘P’.”

Rafal kept staring at the other side of the hall to the place of the dance floor while taking sips from his glass. "I do not like to ......" Angelo did not finish his words and looked at Rafale with an annoyed look... "What the hell are you looking at now?!" Although he spends time talking with Rafal, he did not forget for a moment the look of confusion and disappointment that was in Kiara's eyes when he met her on the balcony an hour ago.. “No, nothing.” Rafael shrugged his shoulders indifferently and in a cold, sarcastic tone. "Just a little blonde girl in a red silk dress dancing with Taylor!!"

he muttered darkly as I turned away from him. “I’m fine, go check on Sophia,” I insisted, although I felt incredibly light headed. He sighed loudly, “Rafael, come wait with Iris.” He walked away as another man approached. Rafael looked the same age as Sergio, with light brown hair and brown eyes, and he had a smile on his face as he walked up. “Hey Iris,” he said, sounding kind enough.

Bina were speaking as she was combing Rafaela long blonde hair, whilst Mina and Andrea were busy serving the tea and some food, meanwhile Elijah were combing my hair. “...So…that prince guy…he wanted to settle both his suspicions..and also wanted the Aero port…that was crafty….either way..he got what he wanted right?…then…what if we just..ignored him…then..he wont get anything…isn’t that simple…Master..”. (Rafaela) The meek of all Sisters, Rafaela offered her simplest suggestions. That just shows how she got no aptitude for politics at all, that is also why she was the best doctors and researcher in Aeternum, because she doesn’t care about politics at all.

I remember thinking, on the drive over, that I would feel sorry for him. Then I saw him. Rafael Belmont at twenty-seven was the most beautiful and the most terrifying thing I'd ever stood in front of. He wore his grief like armor, his face blank, his posture controlled, nothing escaping through the cracks. But the moment his eyes met mine across the room, something happened that I still couldn't name. The world went very quiet. Just for a second.

Moreover, I can't trust anyone in this world. "I'm Warren Christ Yiffer and my wifey, Rafaelia Yiesha Moreal, you?" he asked with joy in his eyes. "R-rafaelia Moreal?" I asked in shock. It's impossible, that girl... Of all the people she is, I can never forgive them! My memories of what happened in those days began to return. "Yesh! She's super duper beautiful, strong and kind. I love her so much!" he was happy with the story. I clenched my fist. Kind? Kind my ass, they ruined my life!

Rafaël's voice cracked into Milena's hearing; her head spun, eyes blurry, but she forced them to stay open just to look at him. “Rafaël,” she croaked, her voice weak, her eyes red and swollen from crying as she shivered violently. “I didn't do it,” she sobbed. “Rafaël!” Angie called behind him. “Leave!” he ordered, but they remained frozen in place. Rafaël shot a cold glare at them. “I said leave! Get out!” They all left except Angie, who stood in place, staring at him. “That includes you, Angie,” Rafaël said coldly.

I feel like I want to pinch his cute, chubby cheeks. “You are Raphael?” I asked with doubt and he answered, “Yes” In a cute voice but showed me his true form. He is all white and shining. White long hair, white eyes with white wings, and there’s blue and green energy coming from his palms. Then he turned to a cute little six years old boy again and smiled at me. I am convinced now. “Is he a falling angel too?” I asked Michael while pointing at Raphael. Michael smiled and shook her head, “No” She answered. “He is our healer,” She added.

Jane asked, looking defeated by the never-ending argument. “I do trust completely, but it is not about my trust. It is about yours.” “And I trust you,” Jane said, turning her head at Brandon. “We should leave.” “But Jane….,” Brandon tried to complain again, but Jane placed her index finger on Brandon’s lips, making him silent. “No more arguing. Let’s trust Rachel on this,” she said, kissing Liam’s head one last time before pulling Brandon towards her. Once they left, I turned my head to Jayce with fury. “What was that about?”

aurora bit her lips nervously, “will she be okay!” “I can’t tell for sure aura, she is in a very bad situation” Aurora didn’t even know whether to cry or wail, she just had to blame herself for whatever happened. After a while, she saw a group of doctors and nurses wheel Angeline into the ICU. Angeline looked so pale and lifeless that a tear trickled down Aura's face. Did she make a mistake In agreeing to Malcolm’s proposal early? Malcolm who was behind the doctors already knew what was going on In her mind and his heart broke seeing her like that. She must be hating herself now and it’s all his fault.