Rafael Barba Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Silva retorted, trying to hide her hand in futility. "I can clearly remember someone begging for more," Ralph teased. Silvia rolled her eyes and stucck her tongue out at him. "Forgot what the priest said about us becoming one body hun? So no, your body is mine and mine yours. Besides, you know that already so stop sounding as if you don't enjoy me touching you as well. No need to thank me for overfeeding you, man has to do his job," Ralph tilted his head with a proud smile on his face.

“Could you turn your party down? I need to practice and I need peace.” “But we hosted this party in your honour.” He smirked, his voice laced with amusement at my anger and discomfort. I grit my teeth. “Please Rafe.” I begged. He frowned. “You don't get to call me that, little mouse.” And quickly as his frown appeared, it disappeared. “You look stiff perhaps you need shots and good dick.” “I get good dick.” I bit out. He shrugged and gave a small smile. “No you don't.” I turned around and luckily I found Wesley by the counter. “You're free to come watch.” I grab Wesley by the shirt and crashed my lips on his.

Have a good life. Ralph. Raven stared at the note with disbelief as she remembered the words she told him a year back. "If you show your face to me one more time, Ralph, I swear to God I'll finish off this God damn body that you're lusting for." Raven closed her eyes and took a deep breath. No, she wouldn't let him get out of her life this time. Maybe he was in a delirious state when she confessed her feelings to him. Maybe he hadn't heard her apologize but she had heard him distinctly. She knew that he loved her and that he was hurting badly. She wouldn't let him go. She quickly freshened up and changed out of her night suit. Going downstairs, she saw that her mom was making coffee.

Raphael doesn’t seem to like her. “Oh Raph, you used to say you wanted all of this with me, and now you are with her?” - she says looking at me. I don’t like her tone. “She is more of a woman than you will ever be, now leave or I will get you out myself” “I bet she won’t please you the way I did” - she says and I can’t take it anymore. “Look here Barbie. I don’t care who you are, and I couldn’t give a fuck about what you want but you are not welcome here, so take your skinny ass out of this bedroom or I will rip off your hair extensions while I pull you out myself”

The first night of love with Vlad was followed by many more nights, and Vlad discovered that sex had never done for him what it did now. Rafa was hot and cute; whenever they were alone, he couldn't keep his hands off the boy. - Gods, you are sinful. - I am sinful? Me? – Rafa asks with great effort to keep a straight face – you don’t stop touching me. I'm going to start thinking you're an old pervert. - I always told you I was old. – Vlad says, uncomfortable. - Yes, but you fooled me very well with that 25-year-old face of yours.

she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Rafael leaned in, his face inches from hers. "Maybe I'll just have to prove it to you," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine. Eva's heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze, the tension between them crackling with electricity. She knew she was in trouble. "The bar, yes, I remember, suddenly there was a silence when we were drinking bear," she said. "Yes, because I show them something that makes them shocked and scared, because some bastards are watching what's mine."

She drags me toward the bar, chattering about the decorations and the music and who’s wearing what disaster of an outfit, and I let her voice wash over me while the knot in my stomach grows tighter. Across the room, I catch a glimpse of dark hair and gray eyes. Rafael. He’s standing near the windows with a group of South American alphas, a drink in his hand, looking every inch the powerful pack leader. He doesn’t look my way — or at least, he’s careful not to be caught looking — but I can feel the weight of his attention like the faintest graze of fingers on my skin. Our encounter in the hallway replays in my mind. His wolf flickering in his eyes. His hand on the wall beside my head.

“Never say never.” Rafał laughed upon hearing this expletive. He changed his position again. In doing so he squirmed uncomfortably, probably feeling an unpleasantness in his lower body. This time he twisted onto his back and put his hands under his head. He stared at the ceiling. “You're right” he answered quite cheerfully, dreamily. “Who knows, maybe somewhere there are thousands of people waiting to set my body on fire.” So let them wait forever, Damian wanted to exclaim, but he came to his senses. After all, both Rafał and himself knew that they could not be together.

he lamented. "So, nice to meet you Hendrick. I'm Rafaella Lavel, you may call me Rafa for short or whatever you desire to call me…" I bubbled endlessly. I'm just trying to get rid of my odd thoughts about him. He really looks a little bit similar to the man I longed to be with. "Pleasure to meet you, Rafa…" he muttered with a smile. He looks similar to Erick in appearance really though. He must also be a royal prince, I guess.

I would not sacrifice my baby for his stupidity. So, I paid off a nurse and forged a report. I knew that my baby and I deserved a clean start far away from all of this. From that day on, I did everything I could to strike back without mercy. With everything I'd learned about the South, I struck deep at their core businesses. Rafael's forces were dangerously affected, but he didn't fight back in time because Natalia had her claws on him again. … In the Holloway estate in Neravalle, Rafael sat in his study with stacks of urgent reports littering his desk.