Hantu Rafa 소설 & 이야기

Rachel "Remember my eighteenth birthday," I said. Daniel lifted his face with his eyes focused on me. "How can I forget? I nodded, I knew what he meant. It was the same day a big tantrum happened in the house with a big fight between Daniel's mom and his and my father too. The fight was so big that it even resulted in their divorce. I don't know, what was the reason behind their fight that was so big that it resulted in separation, even being a cheater can't separate Daniel's mother from his father but a fight did.

he lamented. "So, nice to meet you Hendrick. I'm Rafaella Lavel, you may call me Rafa for short or whatever you desire to call me…" I bubbled endlessly. I'm just trying to get rid of my odd thoughts about him. He really looks a little bit similar to the man I longed to be with. "Pleasure to meet you, Rafa…" he muttered with a smile. He looks similar to Erick in appearance really though. He must also be a royal prince, I guess.

“Is Cantrell with his men?” “Yes, Sir.” “Good. Stop shooting at them. Grab Cantrell and bring him to me. Alive.” Raf didn’t ask me how he was supposed to accomplish this task. He was a Lycan - even in human form, he was inhumanly fast, and practically bulletproof. His only weak spot was his head, but he knew how to take care of himself. For a split second, I debated going after Quinn while I waited, then decided against it. We could both use a little breathing room. Instead, I instructed Glover to check on her, then went outside to sit on the front steps to wait for Raf.

She had just finished her last reading when the heavy tent flap opened. Rafe Harlan stepped inside. The strongman was a legend among the crew , 6’4” of pure muscle, broad shoulders, thick arms covered in tattoos, and a barrel chest that could lift impossible weights. His shirt was open at the collar, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin and dark hair. Sweat still glistened on his neck from the final performance. “You’re still here,” he said, voice low and rough. Luna looked up, a slow smile curving her lips. “So are you.”

" Thank you" Rafael entered his study to check the CCTV, at first he saw nothing, he was almost giving up when a movement caught his eyes, the person was dressed in black and putting on a mask so he couldn't see his face, he wondered who that could be, he would have to take the clip to the police and for now, his priority will be to keep Crystal safe at all cost, someone was trying to hurt her, could it be Elena? He had let her off the hook before but not before threatening her with her life if she ever tried to hurt Crystal again and he knew he succeeded in instilling fear in her. He checked the video clip again and saw that the figure on the clip was a man, could Elena had paid someone to

“You have a visitor—Matthew Zarsuelo?” Zarsuelo immediately waved, smiling like a child caught playing hide-and-seek. “Hi. Please don’t tell others I’m here, okay?” “You two know each other?” Rafa asked, looking suspicious. I shook my head. “No.” At the same time, he nodded. “Yes, we are. Don’t believe her, we’ve been friends for days already.” Rafa bowed slightly. “Take care of our Traizle.” “I’d love to! But your friend doesn’t like it.” he replied.

“The truth would be efficient.” Dianne’s lips curved faintly. “Efficiency isn’t always safe.” “No,” he agreed softly. “It isn’t.” And somehow, that agreement felt more dangerous than disagreement. ⸻ Rafael picked up his phone and stood, slipping it into his pocket. “I’ll be out for an hour,” he said. Dianne nodded lightly. “Work?” Rafael’s gaze stayed on her face. “Yes,” he said. Then he walked away without another word. ⸻

the heir asked, stepping closer. “Barely,” one of the riders answered. “Found him wedged under the cages when the fire took hold. Could be a prisoner. Could be worse.” The man gave a dry, rasping laugh. “If I wanted you dead,” he said, voice low but steady, “I wouldn’t have let you burn the beasts.” Eolan’s hand went to his sword. “Name.” “Rafa,” he said, as if that explained anything. “Once a scholar in the Creed’s service. Now… someone they’d rather see buried under snow.”