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.

Callie raised a brow, “Sounds like there’s more to it.” The man sighed. “I’m Rafq(Raif), fire is my main domain but I’ve had restrictions placed on me based on previous events that I can’t tell you about.” “Then why help me? What do you gain?” Callie’s asked confused. “The universe as we know it doesn’t end and I survive and so do the people I protect.” The voice said, his voice carrying the seriousness of the situation. Callie was still confused and wanted to ask a question but she noticed the glow from the painting dimming and decided against it.

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.

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.

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.

“Kind has nothing to do with it. You’re too beautiful to be standing alone. Dangerous, even.” I shift slightly, hoping he takes the hint. He doesn’t. “I’m Raferra” he says, leaning closer. His breath smells of whiskey and arrogance. “And you are?” “India.” “India,” he repeats slowly, tasting the word like it’s dessert. “Exotic. Fitting.” I swallow. “Excuse me, I…” “Don’t rush off,” he says, moving closer again. “It’s rare to meet someone so… delicious.” His eyes are undressing me.