Rafael Barba Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Rafael, I heard that you’ve changed. You’re always sleeping during class and there were also times that you skipped, is that true?” Rafael scratched the back of his head and nodded. “I’m so sorry.” I reached for his hand and held it. “That’s not the Rafael that I’ve known. The Rafael I know is that man who never give up for his dream. A man who study hard to prove to his parents that he’s not wasting their money to him.” “But that Rafael has an Angela who’s always there beside him to support and cheer him up.” He said. I tightened my grip on his hand.” I’m still here. We may not be in the same class anymore but I’m still your number one fan. I still support you, I promised you that before a

The pain was unbearable. Rafael couldn’t take it anymore. He tore himself away from his parents and walked straight toward Harlow, ignoring the cameras, the murmurs, the chaos. The moment he saw Harlow’s tear-streaked face, pale, devastated, trembling, something inside Rafael shattered completely. “Doll…” he whispered, his voice breaking. Harlow lifted his head slowly, his eyes red, glossy, and seemingly exhausted. “You have a fiancée,” he whispered, barely audible as he sobbed.

His presence was silent, watchful. Protective. Rafael noticed. Of course he did. “I should go,” he said. Alyssa hesitated, then spoke his name again. “Rafael.” He looked back. “I never lied to you about how I felt,” she said. “But I won’t apologize for choosing who I am now.” He held her gaze, imprinting it into memory. “I wouldn’t ask you to.” He turned away before the rest of himself shattered. — The bar was empty when Rafael arrived.

A voice said beating me to the words. I turned as the door opened watching as Rafael walked inside. He was dressed in an expensive suit and his shoes were glossing. From his outfit, I could tell he had just rushed over from a formal event. He was the last person I wanted to see. Not after he had served my sister with divorce papers and abadoned her for the sake of power and another w**re. However he was the only one who could leave here with Lauren and keep her safe. “What are you doing here, you b***ard child?” Barbara asked as Rafael's men entered the room behind him surrounding the place.

With Maria's secrets? Fabian's instincts flared. He needed to know why Rafael was here, and what he wanted. Fabian killed the engine and stepped out of the car into the shadows, watching, waiting. With Rafael gone inside the bar, there was complete silence at Fabian's end: no messages, no calls his heartbeat, and the thought that hammered in his head: What game are you playing, Rafael? Fabian watched closely, trying to peer into the bar through the window. Rafael ordered whiskey, sipped it slowly, and chatted for a minute or two with the bartender. There were no furtive meetings or clandestine conversations.