Hantu Rafa 소설 & 이야기

Vlad rips the cloak off the boy and looks at him as he rubs his painful ass from the impact on the floor. Rafa's eyes were as red as his face. It was clear he had been crying all night, but thank the gods, he was alive. - You are an idiot. – said Rafa at the height of his lungs. – you don’t want me here, and you won’t let me leave. You sent me away, but you bought me a bed. You say you're not my servant, but leave blood in the fridge for me. You buy me clothes, but you kick me out of your room. What do you want from me? I feel confused as hell by you. I failed the gods and you. I already admitted it. I have already asked the gods for forgiveness, and now it is up to them to decide my fate. –

he roared after closing the door, and I leaned back, feeling my heart racing. “I don’t want your food. What’s the problem with that? If you don’t want me to kill myself with hunger in your house, then let me go. I don’t want to be here anyway, and I don’t want food cooked in your house.” I folded my arms across my chest and pretended his presence wasn’t intimidating me. Rafael was a feared man in Los Angeles. Everyone knew the people he killed and his history in the mafia world. So, when my sister was engaged to him, I thought she knew what she was getting herself into and didn’t want to ask questions about them.

Adrian rose with me instantly, steadying me with a hand on my arm. Luca straightened like I’d just returned to life. I faced the man. “Whoever you are,” I said quietly, “you dropped a bomb here. You don’t get to vanish again without telling me your name.” He hesitated. Not dramatically. Just… heavily. Then... “Rafael.” The name settled wrong. Too soft for someone like him. Too human for someone who’d orchestrated fear with a single step into a clearing. But it was real. True.

He said, “Whatever it is, you know I’m only loyal to you. I’m your man, Jamie. Ever since that day you rescued me from those bloody rogues.” Jamie knew he could hold Raffa to that. The first time Jamie met Rafa was through an unfortunate event where he had to rescue him from a bunch of rogue wolves that were trying to kill him. He didn’t know who Rafa was by then, but he rescued him anyway, knowing that he was falling prey to the rogue wolves. Ever since then Rafa had been a loyal friend to Jamie. After digging deeper, they realized that Rafa was indeed from their own pack, but due to the death of his parents, he had been on the streets. Rafa was 13 years old then, almost the same age as Jam

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Henri stood too, shaking his head, amazed. “Merde, Catalina, you’re a damn panther.” I glanced up, catching Rafayel in the VIP area, freshly washed, his eyes wide as he stared. He’d just returned, clean shirt and jeans, but the shock on his face said he couldn’t believe the woman who’d sat calmly before him fought like a demon. I grinned, wiping sweat from my brow, and left the ring, collecting a fat stack of euros from the fight master. “Not bad for a few minutes’ work,”

----------------------------------- Rafael Pov I entered the club and was going towards my VIP room when I heard my name coming from a girl's mouth. Although my name coming from a girl's mouth was not a new thing, the thing that caught my attention was that the girl was cursing me, and for the first time I found it interesting. The whole world is afraid of me, and at my one gesture, any girl in the world comes to her knees, so I wonder who this girl is. Who hates me so much? I went toward that girl.

“You’re going to fog up those lenses if you keep panting like that.” He spun, startled—but didn’t reach for a weapon. His expression shifted when he caught my scent. “Oh,” he said. “Didn’t see you there. You one of us?” I was obviously a rogue, which put him ease. For better or worse. “Something like that.” He grinned, cocky. “Name’s Rafe. I’ve been keeping an eye on this place. I heard Mason Hart comes out here sometimes. Alone. Looks like I was right.” He was smiling, eager. Pleased with himself.

I'm tired of him being overacting. I will strangle this man and kill him. "B-but it was made by w-wifey," Warren said nervously and hesitantly tasted it. Warren looked at me nervously. I immediately pretended in front of him. as if he's trying to tell me fo spare him for whatever does yuhan mean. "I made this for you, hubby, I will be really happy if you have some," I said to Warren with a full big smile. "That was dirty, Rafa!" Yuhan yelled at me but it was useless because Warren had already tasted what I made.