Rafael Barba Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Raffi and I were not together because he had a fever. Naya, Anne and Lucille are talking to each other drinking milk while still wearing blue pajama suits. It was obvious that they had changed clothes because their hair was still wet. "Oh, why are you pouting there? Did you and Raffi fight?" Naya asked immediately. Because it knows that Raffi and I are not okay. I didn't move. I went straight to his bar station there then asked the bartender for rum. I bit into all the flesh and immediately closed my eyes and winced when I saw its flesh.

Rafael didn't look at her,he adjusted his clothes, buckled his belt, and smoothed down his shirt,when he looked at her again, his face was a cold, unreadable mask once more. "Clean yourself up," Rafael said, his voice flat and empty of emotion. "And get to your room,you have an early shift tomorrow." He turned and walked away into the shadows of the club, leaving Zara lying exposed on the bar counter, her heart hammering, completely consumed by the dark, addictive trap she had fallen into..

“Have you lost your damn mind?!” He turned to face me, his chest rising and falling sharply, his eyes burning with something raw and violent. “Who the hell was he?” His voice was low but edged with something sharp, something dangerous. I frowned. “Who?” His eyes darkened further. “Don’t play dumb with me, Erica.” I crossed my arms. “Oh, you mean Leo? The man I had a normal conversation with before you went all caveman?” Raffael’s entire body tensed. His hands curled into fists at his sides. “A normal conversation?” he repeated, his voice dripping with disbelief. “You were laughing with him. Letting him flirt with you like some cheap—”

Raphael asked Jovanna to join them but before that, he introduced Clara to Jovanna as his fiancée. Hearing the confession, Jovanna could not be more doubtful with what she just heard. Her stomach felt tight upon hearing the confession. Raphael whom she admired her entire life was well known to never have a woman around him, he barely even had any girlfriend, nonetheless a fiancée. The air was getting tense, while Clara tried to deal with the unexpected emotion she was having, Jovanna was upset. She was devastated. It must have been a joke.

"You'll come back for me, right?" Kidan was a little less than 10 years old, he could hardly understand why his beloved brother was leaving him. But he still trusted Rafael, and Rafael did not wish to disappoint him. Blinking away his own tears, Rafael bent down to Kidan's level before wiping off the streaks of tears on the little boy's face. "Of course, Kidan. I'll be back for you." "You promise?" The boy stuck out his pinky finger in Rafael's direction, urging him to link his.

And when his lips touched her lips and kissed her softly, Wevz felt that that is the only thing she needed to make all her fears go away. At first, his kisses were soft and gentle. Until he deepened his kisses, it seems that he was looking for a response from her. And she responded wholeheartedly. Every move and every taste is all familiar like she was to use in doing that. It seems that it was so natural to kiss a Syke Rafael Fontanilla. “I missed you...so much…” HGe whispered after he freed her lips. And just like that.... It was like a wake-up call. It seemed like there was cold water pouring down her whole body. She moved her body away from him immediately.

‎ ‎ ‎LAURA ‎ ‎The rooftop bar was closed at this hour, but Rafael didn’t need permission to occupy a space. He owned every room he entered, even one perched above a city still asleep. ‎ ‎He was already there, leaning against the railing like it might collapse under the weight of what he was holding back. Hair tousled, black shirt rolled up at the sleeves, that brooding, unreadable look on his face that used to piss me off—and now made my mouth dry.

Selena exhaled when the heavy doors closed behind them. Rafe stretched, yawning dramatically. “Well, my job here is done. I’m going to find whiskey and someone gullible enough to listen to my war stories.” He winked at Selena as he backed toward the hall. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “Which is what? Kill someone or kiss them?” she muttered. “Both, if you do it right,” Rafe shot back, his grin sharp before he vanished. That left her alone. Alone with him.

Felicia ordered. "Yes dear, I will not be naughty again. Earlier when I entered the dam of this house, for the first time I felt very lonely because now I have to live alone again, I can't see your sweet smile that greets me in front of the room, and what I can't forget is when we make love, " said Rafael again with teary eyes.

Kane added. “Of course,” Rafa replied. Some of the other men decided on the spot. Others said they needed time. Some shook Rafa’s hand with genuine relief and then walked out the door to start new lives. It didn't hurt Rafa; if anything, it healed something old. That night, I lay on Rafa’s chest listening to his heartbeat, trying to lull myself to sleep. Then a thought occurred to me. “So what do we call the bar?” I asked.