Rafael Solano Novels & Stories

He paused, clearly listening to someone on the other end of the line. Then he chuckled. “Calm down. Two weeks will be here before you know it.” Another pause. “I know, I know. I want it over with too. Believe me, I can’t wait to kill him.” My blood froze. “I’ve waited long enough,” Rafael continued. “This time, no mistakes. The moment the ceremony is done, the moment the cameras are off… he disappears. Quietly. Permanently.” He laughed again, softer now. “God, he’s so trusting. You should’ve seen him this morning, begging me to slow down. Baby, slow down,” he mocked with a syrupy tone. “He really thinks I care.”

Maybe we’ll even beat Ryder and Zoe’s record. My wolf rumbles in agreement, eager at the idea. But just as I take a step toward the building, a mind link slams into my head like a hammer. "Alpha, about what you asked…" I pinch the bridge of my nose, my good mood instantly souring. "Speak, Caleb. I don’t have time for games." "I looked into Luna Serena’s official documents," Caleb begins, his voice serious. "It states she’s from the Night Stone Pack and comes from the Grey Wolf lineage. But it’s a lie."

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

Just a low, guttural sound. They collapsed together. He wiped her clean with a warm cloth from the bathroom, surprisingly gentle after how hard he’d used her. Then he pulled her against his chest, masks finally discarded on the nightstand. Dawn crept in through the heavy curtains. Sofia traced the scar along his jaw with one fingertip. “Rafael,” he said quietly. “That’s my name. Rafael Voss.” She froze. She knew that name. Venture capitalist. The one who’d quietly bought half the private collections she’d curated in the last two years. The man whose foundation had funded her last major exhibition.

They hugged each other happily after a long time of seeing each other. "How have your been Sofia?" Maria asked. "Yo lo he estado haciendo bien y tu?" Sofia asked. "I have been stressed after my husband died so, I am not doing very well." Maria replied after they sat down. "I'm so sorry for his death, it must be so hard for you to cope. Como esta maestro Felipe?" "Philip is doing fine...he hardly showed his emotions after the burial. He has been working a lot lately and he hasn't spoken to me for three days."

The body is the same but how can he ignore the personality. He loves Aurora, not Rebecca or Aura. He just chuckled at her and helped her to sit inside the car. She was definitely crazy to try bold things like these. Aura looked at him. "What do you do?" He smirked. "Business" "Ohh! so you are rich" She chuckled along with him. "You definitely look like one." "Tell me about yourself!" Rafael asked. "What about your family?... Where were you born?" "I don't have a family, I am an orphan and I used to stay in an orphanage in Shanghai until I met Norman and he adopted me."

Rafael snorted briefly, "but believe me, that's all I thought about before considering the attack plan you suggested." Lucas turned to him, "I'm not laughing at anyone." "I usually don't laugh either, but I'll allow you to laugh this time." It was no longer a secret that Rafael was known for his eccentric nature—being so intimidating with a weapon in his hand while leading ElWagner's secret meetings but transforming into a crazy character with every disguise he used. Lucas had even once met him when he was gambling in Las Vegas. Rafael owns the biggest gambling in the United States, built in Las Vegas. If lucky, some people will meet and gamble directly with him. However, anyone who meets Ra

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

Rafael leaned forward, elbows on knees, staring at her like a collector reunited with a stolen masterpiece. “Velvet restraints,” Solene said, voice dry. “Didn’t realize you were into pageantry.” “Only when it’s deserved,” he said. His voice hadn’t changed. Still rich. Still cruel. Still seductive enough to taste like regret. She didn’t flinch. “I should’ve let Lucien burn your name off the map.” Rafael smiled. “Ah, but you didn’t. And now you’re here. With me. Where you were always meant to be.”