Rafael Solano Mga Nobela at Kwento

He removed his sunglasses and slipped them into the collar of his shirt, leaving the two top buttons open. Rafael has become a model in several Luciano businesses after being invited to numerous television shows. The company's face smiled brightly as he waved to his sister-in-law. “Poppy! Where are you going? Do you want to eat lunch outside?” Rafael approached them and pushed Robin aside. Robin pushed him back harshly, which Sienna warned them about with her sharp gaze. “Why are you always bothering us?! Don't you have a lot of work?” Rafael is an intelligence agent, works at Luciano's company, and models. He is also a frequent guest star on television shows. However, he always finds time t

(Rafaela) Rafaela was a multi task director, not only she was directly in charged of the Health and safety department, she was also a director of Research and Development department. She is after all gifted genius, and a very creative person, she was Aeternum first certified Specialist doctor, the person who invented the A.M.S to replaced the parachute. She and Bar the goblin alchemist now turned proud scientist professor, were in charged of driving Aeternum science and technology. Both of them were very famous and idolize at the Institute of Artemesia. “So…how’s the progress so far?…”.

“Your father would have been too…” “His excellency, Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” Marcel, one of the servants called. I nodded at him and he smiled before taking a step back, knowing to head back to the harem. Someone had to help Elena with the girls, especially since they were new within the pack and harem.

“Ah! A jealous Romanov. Balance has finally returned to the world.” Rafael excused himself a few minutes later, after kissing the back of my hand with a Southern European flair far too dramatic for a business party—saying, “I must greet the ambassador from Milan. He likes to arrive late, like the truth.” Then he was off, floating through the crowd with the grace of a flamenco dancer disguised as a businessman.

RAFAEL If a month ago any scout had predicted this trajectory for the pack, Rafael would have laughed in their cynical face. Yet, four weeks after Lyon Navarro made his high-profile debut as the Stormbreakers’ new strategist, the man hadn’t managed to sabotage their season. Instead, he was busy dismantling their defenses in a far more carnal fashion. Scarcely a day vanished since that initial encounter at the steakhouse where Rafael hadn't tasted the salt of Lyon’s skin, felt those elegant lips encircling his length, or anchored himself deep within Lyon’s shivering, powerful frame.

I told him when he wrote it all down. “Did you and Beta Rodriguez have sex recently?” he asked me when I felt my throat become as dry as the Sahara desert. “No, doctor Quinn,” I told him when he wrote it down as well. “Did you have any other mate before Beta Rodriguez, or were you sexually active before finding him?” he asked me when I felt my palms get sweaty while my heartbeat increased. No one knows that I was from the Wintermoon pack except for the high-ranking members of the Red Stone pack, and I don't know if I could tell him about my identity at all. “Everything you speak in here would remain confidential, Miss. Abel. So please don't hesitate to tell me.”

I don't steal from others. “My family went bankrupt, and approaching The Rodriguez's group was my only chance to save them, I approached them…she fell easily for my charms, she saved my family, but I knew I had something bigger…The Rodriguez's group.” “You are after their group? Is this what all of this is about?” I snapped. “It is not just an ordinary group,” he shouted. “It is The Rodriguez's group, the biggest in the world…if she had gone to tell her family about my affair, I would not just go broke, I would be killed and I couldn't let that happen,” he defended.

“That’s how they say it in the movies, right?" Rafael roars with laughter and covers his plate with cling wrap before he puts it in the microwave. “You don’t live in a movie, Maddie.” “Feels like it.” He smirks and rests his hands flat on the kitchen island, then leans forward. “We took care of a… problem.” “What kind of problem?” “The kind that decided it could harm my family and get away with it.” The shooters at the estate. Matteo Sforza. “Not Sforza,” Rafael says. “Guy is named Tommaso Romano. I just… asked him a few questions.”

, the man threatened lowly, making it seem like a friendly chat between two men. He turned on his heels and started walking out of the bathroom but stopped just at the door. “To answer your question….”, He turned to face Christian. “I am Alan Poza” Christian frowned, not really knowing the name. “Some call me The mad man of Valencia”, with that the man walked out.