Hantu Rafa Novels & Stories

The way he says it—*he took something from me*—makes my stomach lurch. “I’m not a trophy in your pissing contest,” I say. “No,” he agrees. “You’re the only thing that ever made me care who won.” The words hang between us, startling and raw. Before I can respond, footsteps pound down the hall. “Luna!” Rafael’s voice. He barrels around the corner, curls a mess, shirt half‑buttoned, eyes wild. Two of Dante’s men step in front of him. Rafael shoves one back with more force than I’d expect from a guy who spends most of his life in a studio.

Gala said, putting a hand on my shoulder “if anyone knows Alpha Nathan, it is me” “He doesn’t want me around anyway, and his mum isn’t making things any better” I said, turning to face her. Gala smiled and nodded at me to take a seat. I watched as she made me a cup of coffee before sitting in front of me. I wrapped my hands around the cup and looked down at the foam “I just don’t know what to do to please him”

There were a hundred men in this place who could stop traffic but only one made the world hold its breath for it. They called him Rapha. He was the one from the car with the black-tinted windows. She'd seen silhouette just before the glass slid up and turned him back into a rumour. They said he wasn’t the one at the top, and that someone else pulled his strings. Rapha was more curse than man - wealthy, terrifying, and untraceable. He owned people, signed companies out of existence. That once, a tech bro called him out on T*****r. The man disappeared with no funeral or press coverage.

Well, she was his mate, and I wouldn't blame him, he was just reacting base on the bond. Rafael finally moves, brushing past me with the kind of arrogance only a man in expensive cologne and unresolved trauma could carry. He doesn't even spare me a friendly glance, his eyes are on the nurse with his usual cold demeanor. "Can we make this quick?" he says, voice flat, bored even. "I've got shit to do." Ava rolls her eyes dramatically. "Yeah, like brood in a corner with a glass of scotch and a superiority complex?"

I whispered in his ear. I quickly let go of him, stood up and climbed into my car leaving him speechless. I WAS STILL GOING TO TOTALY DO IT! After that speech he made to me. I Angelina Riana Rivera Wolfen was actually still going to do the marking ceremony with Lucas tonight and it was better I just got that out of the way and after that I would be bonded to my mate. I would be his and he would be mine.

she muttered. "No." "Oh." "But the damage has been done," Rafa murmured as his thick brows furrowed. She watched as his fist clenched till the skin of his knuckle became pale. He was tanner than Théo, and taller, more athletic and as far as she could tell, came from a more prominent family. Rafa also had a dangerous streak to him, as evidenced by the frantic events of this morning. But they both seemed to have a thoughtful, caring, sensible and vulnerable side to them. He even apologized to her more than twice for the car accident, and for bringing her here.

He only knew one thing: Maya had crossed the line. And he would make sure she paid for it. Every last piece of her deceit would burn. --- He grabbed his phone, dialing a number he hadn’t used in years—one even Maya didn’t know existed. A voice answered after two rings. “…I was wondering when you’d call,” the man said, tone cold and amused. Rafael’s fingers tightened around the phone. “I need information. And leverage. On Maya Hartono.” There was a low chuckle. “Ah. That girl again. She’s been busy. Dangerous. You’re late to realize it.”

She was direct, and I instinctively brought my hand to my face. "Seems I'm kind of complicated too," I commented, and she smiled. "Definitely Rafa's type." She laughed. "Look, Rafa is a very special guy. He won't betray your trust, Hannah. He's the type you can count on, solid as a rock, you know?" She looked at me for a moment. "Do you have trouble with this trust thing?" "Quite a bit. This black eye was a gift from the last one I trusted," I revealed.

Malik gave a single, curt nod, his eyes flicking to Lachlan before returning to the blueprints. "The joker is Rafe," Dan continued. "A Nahual from the favelas of Rio. Favored hitman for the Dos Santos shifter cartel, right up until he stole their entire digital ledger and leaked it to the federales just for the chaos of it. He’s been running from a kill order ever since." Rafe offered a two-finger salute, though his eyes were locked on Lachlan’s claws, which were subconsciously extending.

Including the long dining table and ten chairs. "Hi, Kel." Rafa stood by the long table and waved at me, his grin lopsided. Sweat made his face and arms glisten under the big chandelier. A black tank top showed off his dark, tattooed skin and muscular physique. He looked a little beefier and tanner than Enzo, but practically the same height. "There you are." I gave Raffaele a big smile despite the streaks of blood on his right hand and injured arm. "You feel okay?" I stood close to him.