Rafael Barba Fanfiction Novels & Stories

RAFAEL She's my mate. My curse. My cure. My fucking everything. -Rafael (Marked by Her). Readers, If you've read this far, please take a moment to share your thoughts about the story so far. Your words mean more than you know. I need all the encouragement I can get. And as for Rafael... I've come to love him. He wasn't the cold, heartless Alpha I once thought he was. He was just broken. And every broken soul deserves a Lila to help him heal.

I can't stay away from you anymore. ― Luke! I also fell in love with you. I feel like I've known him all my life. Rafaela began to touch my face, feeling every part of my skin, as if she could read my lines and create a mental image of my face. —I wish I had met you before I went blind. I wonder what your face, your body is like. Rafaela's husky voice made my member move inside my pants. I felt my whole body tingle as she touched the back of my neck and buried her fingers in my hair.

I was consumed by the persuasion that Rafaella gave me, and also Reagan, the man who had been hugging me tightly because I was afraid of getting lost. Suddenly he called me, telling me that he was in New York, and Rafaella immediately made plans to spend time here. At the fancy club I've been to with Gabriella. Rhysand's club. Rafaella of course didn't know about that because she brought us here on the recommendation of her friend who works at this club. And I hope not to run into Rhysand here. Rafaella's green mini dress spun as a male bartender, whom she knew, approached her and gave her a hug. Then they did the dance dance once. I frowned at Rafaella's strange behavior.

Caleb snapped. "Then fix your mother! Fuck!" Rafa yelled, running his hand through his hair in frustration. "She has become the very bane of my existence!" He shouted in desperation and Caleb flinched slightly but otherwise stayed silent. His eyes were glazed with unshed tears, still refusing to look up at his mate. He was trembling now, unable to hold himself together any longer. Rafa took one deep breath to calm his own emotions before continuing, "Caleb Xiher Kade..." He started calmly once again, and Caleb flinched at hearing his name.

said Rafael. “I’m okay with iced coffee. Put some frappe on.” said Luna. Rafael laughed slightly. “Okay, how about you, princess?” “It’s just the same as Luna,” said Ella. Rafael smiled and did not speak. The two women watched Rafael. He was wearing an apron while busy with what he was doing. Its handsome face brightened the light in the bar. If they didn’t know him from being a murderer, they might believe he was a good man.

"I misspoke, Your Highness. I simply wish to humbly plead that you would share what you know." Perhaps it was due to the nightmares that had been haunting him lately, but Barrett's complexion was worse than ever. His eyes were sunken and his posture was slumped, as if the weight of his life was pulling him down further. Rafael wasn't interested in speaking with Barrett any longer. He gave a dismissive wave and said, "If there's news, I'll have someone send word. As of now, I haven't received anything. You may leave." "But—" "But what? Just leave for now," Rafael cut him off, urging him to leave. He didn't want Barrett lingering around and possibly running into Carissa, which would surely sti

Unlocking my phone screen, I intended to send a text to Daniel, asking him to come up with any excuse to leave now. Before I could send the text message, my room door swung open, and Rafael barged in, a smirk playing on his face. I shot him a look full of hatred. He stood before me like a towering figure, his muscular body leaning in close as he whispered in my ear, "Did you enjoy it?” I pushed him forcefully on the chest and snapped, "I hate you!” He didn't budge. Instead, he grasped my fists and asserted, "No, you don't. I know you enjoyed it. Why deny it?”

My shoulders loosened without my permission. I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding myself together. Rafael scanned the room like he was clearing it for hostiles. “I hate this already.” “You love this,” I said. “You just don’t know it yet.” He shot me a look. “I know exactly what I love. This isn’t it.” We made our way to the bar. The bartender took one look at us and smiled like Christmas had come early. “What’ll it be?” she asked.

She was worried if she opened her mouth, a moan might escape. Rafael answered it for her and brushed his thumb against her clit. He forced his finger inside, making her squirm with pleasure. She covered it with her cough and wiped a thin layer of sweat that formed on her forehead. Feeling the wetness build around his finger, Rafael was turned on and couldn't wait to take her out of the conference room. Until then, he just wanted to mess with her and end the meeting when she gives up but now he lost control and wanted to do more things to her.

“Mami.” “Gabby.” “Mami.” “Gabriella.” “Mami.” I slowly closed the laptop. She smiled because she thought she had won. Optimistic child. “Listen,” I said. “You got your crown back. We already said thank you. Rafa Lemon has a company, meetings, and probably three small countries to terrorize before lunch. He does not need artwork.” “He needs picture.” “Why?” “His office boring.” I went quiet. I had no idea how Gabby had concluded Rafael’s office was boring. Maybe it was the suits. Maybe she had some biological instinct for gray interiors and desks the length of airport runways.