Rafayel X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Adeline It's him. The ice melts into waves of fiery heat that gather in my chest and spreads to my neck and cheeks. “Adeline, meet Raffaele Delacroix. Kathy's son.” Raffaele Delacroix? Croix? But his mother's name is Anderson… I don't care now. I just need air. The man I was introduced to as Raffaele takes a step forward, wearing a totally different outfit as he did earlier.

He was shirtless, and I could see the marks of systematic torture carved into his skin—burns, cuts, symbols that looked disturbingly like the ritual markings I'd seen in Kelly's research. "Elias." My voice came out rougher than intended, still carrying the growl of my Ghost Wolf nature. His head lifted slowly, and his eyes— those eyes that sympathized with me before fear and duty had turned him into my tormentor—struggled to focus. "Racheal?" The word was barely a whisper, disbelieving. "You're... you're alive. You're—" His gaze took in my form, the silver energy still crackling around me, and something that might have been awe flickered across his face.

I sighed I stood up and looked at my reflection; I still look good, and there isn’t a single blemish on my face. Once I left the room, I checked on Khalil, I think he is asleep, he was still in that exact position I left him. "Good night," I whispered before I closed the door. As I got to the living room I was shocked by what I saw. Noor was cuddling Rayan. RAYAN POV Once I arrived at Afraah’s house, I parked the car and message her before I stepped out of it. Walking towards the door, I checked the message, she hasn’t responded yet. Maybe she didn’t see the message. Once I knocked on the door, it was pushed open.

Xander breathed lets talk inside Raphael said unlocking the front door he lead everyone inside to a command center with a large meeting room everyone have a seat Raphael said Kyra please! she sat down in the chair he directed her to next to him at the table Xander quickly took the seat next to her as the others filled in meet the others this is Raziel Seraphim of Destruction he was at the battle today he was a slim guy good looking and seemed to be in his early twenties with black hair worn in a spiky emo style and dark blood-red eyes dressed in a black sleeveless shirt and black pants

I said calmly, “I’m not a spy. And I would never want to spend my precious life living in hell like this place.” His eyebrow lifted slightly. “Secondly,” I continued, “my name is Zyra. I used to live with my Aunt Clara before I met my boyfriend, Daniel. I work in a bar.” I shrugged lightly against the ropes. “And you know the rest of the story.” Silence followed. Rafael didn’t respond, He simply stared at me. The quiet stretched between us until it felt suffocating. Then he suddenly reached into his coat and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He opened it and held it up.

I want a divorce.” Raya said immediately she got to where Raphael was sitting. He had a brown woolly cashmere sweater on, his hazel eyes seemed to glow under the light of the golden chandelier. Raya looked away from his face, trying as hard as possible to resist his allure. She has had to remind herself a lot recently that she should not be attracted to him, that she should not be attracted to him, that his father had killed her father. “Okay. When do you want us to begin the process?” He replied, not even raising his face from his laptop.

Raya's POV It was my worst nightmare. I had been in terrible situations before and being forced to do something against my will was nothing new to me. My father making me swear that I would be a virgin was against my wish, Dylan trying to sell my virginity was against my wish, and Dylan trying to sell me to sleep with a man was against my wish too. So when Xander Benson's men are forcing me to go to Rossi and beg him to forgive me was against my wish too, it was worse than anything I had to endure before because now they were hurting the only man I had ever come to love. They were punishing Maxwell Barlow, the only ray of sunshine in my life.