Argus Dan Rafaela Novels & Stories

For now. ???: “ Don’t tease the boy too much, Cross. Clearly that loud obnoxious roar of a laugh of yours must’ve scared him to the bone. But I suppose at the same time that's also one of the many things that I love about you. Hi there Naraja, ignore that brute of a man for now, I’m Saint Teresa of Avila and it's an honor to meet you.” ???: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.”

Aurora nodded but Aria's face wasn't leaving her mind. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes and looked at him. "I need to use the washroom" She got up and walked away. Rafael looked at her walking away. He sighed and pulled out the picture of Rebecca and Peter from his pocket. He looked at Peter who was the exact replica of Rafael. So alike that anyone can confuse them as the same person. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw Peter's picture for the first time when he was looking for a journal.

Astrid was standing there, as predicted, glaring at everyone who had detained Rafael. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Ares’s POV Rafael is his name. Right. I look at him right now, assessing his face and his clothes and the way he looks at her. He’s staring at her like he just won the lottery, and I hate it. Valeria is about to pull him away, but he steps forward and starts to approach me. That’s when I see that he’s wearing the doctor’s uniform. He holds his hand out to me, and I reluctantly hold out mine as well. Behind him, Valeria looks like she’s going to pass out.

"It was eighteen months in the making and I'm not pretending otherwise." I pull her into my chest. She lets me. Rafael lands in seven hours. We'll deal with that when the sun comes up. Tonight she stays exactly where she is. End of Arc 2: My Rival's Girl

A predator’s eyes. “Luca,” he greeted. “It’s been a long time.” Aria clutched the baby tighter. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She looked between them—two shadows carved from the same night. Whoever Rafael was, he wasn’t a stranger. And he wasn’t a friend. “Why are you here?” Luca asked, moving just enough to shield Aria with his body. “You’re trespassing.” “I’m rescuing you,” Rafael replied simply. Aria blinked. “Rescuing…?”

Carissa glanced back at him. "Your wife, your explanation," she said before walking away. Behind her, Aurora's accusations continued. "What were you doing in there with her? No wonder I couldn't find you! If a subordinate didn’t tell me you were with Carissa, I wouldn't have known you two were alone for so long." Carissa quickened her pace, not wanting to listen to the couple's argument. The further she stayed from them, the better. On the eighth day of the new year, Rafael issued the order to attack the city.

Part of me was regretting why I told them but then I needed their help to pick out what to wear and also to do my makeup. Make-up wasn't my thing and it'd been forever since I'd gone on a date. Honestly, nerves were eating me up. What if Lucian cancels it or I don't look good enough? I questioned myself over and over again. After arguing so much on what I should wear, we finally decided on a black Raffi off-the-shoulder jumpsuit with nude heels and a Leo print clutch. I took my bath, pulled on the jumpsuit and Paige did my make-up, using light colors.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the