Jj And Rafe Novels & Stories

“How did you find it? Meeting my family?” “I like your mom. Adam and Carter are pleasant, so I’m not surprised you’re such a gentleman. You have a wonderful family, Jules.” His mouth curls up. “Jules?” “That’s what they call you.” “Well, that’s not everything.” He smirks, shaking his head. “Wait till you meet Rafe.” I raise my gaze at him. “Why?” “He’s... uptight.” “Really?” “I suppose I haven’t told you yet. Rafe had a twin brother. Mikhail.”

And it had Rafe—a monster, a mentor, the only person who had ever seen the true shape of his pain and his potential and had not looked away. He looked up from his glass, meeting Rafe's waiting gaze. "Together, then," Jay said. Two weeks later, in the penthouse's austere great room, before two dozen of the most powerful and dangerous men and women in Italy's underworld—port masters, bankers, union bosses, a corrupt senator, and a terrifyingly calm Contessa—Rafe Bianchi took Jay's hand. There was no priest, no ritualistic bite. There was only a simple, stark declaration in Rafe's voice, which silenced the room more completely than a shout.

"I'm Beckett Group's best connection in Solana City. In fact, I've secured a document for a cultural city project set to begin bidding in three years. I promise it'll be yours. You have my word!" "Three years?" Justin's voice dripped with mock gratitude. "How kind of you. But before you decide, let me show you something." Justin tapped his phone, sending a video. Moments later, Rafe's sharp intake of breath was audible through the call. His voice quivered with both fear and rage. "You… You set me up? How could you?" The video showed Rafe, naked and debauched on a couch, flanked by two unclothed women. If this got out, he'd be ruined.

He shrugged, not interested. "Looking for someone I know, I guess? Are you new here? I think it's my first time to see you." "Uhh, no. I mean, it's not my first time joining a party of the Venturi." "Oh, I see. But you don't look familiar." He paused. "By the way, I'm Jude." He offered me his right hand. "How about you?" "I'm Raphaela," I introduced too and accepted his hand. It was a soft, too far from Royal's rough hands.

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

Julia leaned over for a glass of water, and as her collar slid, I gasped, spotting a fresh mating mark. Julia went pink. "Harley and I mated yesterday," she mumbled. "Congratulations! Took you long enough," Tessa said. "The poor man was terrified you'd never accept him." "I'm a mother. I wanted to be sure Rafe was comfortable with him first." "Oh, Rafe adores Harley," I said, remembering every pack gathering where our Gamma and that boy had been glued together. No one would ever replace Tim. But Harley would be a fine man to grow up beside.

The four of them claimed a corner near the steps, elbows hooked on warm stone, drinks within reach. Rafe fetched rounds. Natalie stole sips from everyone’s glass. Jace’s thigh brushed Lena’s beneath the surface on purpose exactly twice, “accidentally” at least ten times. "Where are you from, Rafe?" Natalie asked. “Denver originally. Now I just chase surf and coffee.” “So homeless,” she teased. “So discerning,” he corrected, grinning. Lena tipped her head to Jace. “And you?” Rafe asked Lena. “Here,” she said, brushing her shoulder against his. “Right now, I’m from here.”

But Rafe is in University, older than my sister. Something that bothers my dad, but not when his daughter, is so happy with him. Rafe is an Italian, who moved to London, a few months ago. He and my sister met, typically at a club night. And they clicked. With his Italian tan, brown shaggy hair, and grey eyes, he swept my sister easily from her feet. It was not even a week and they were already dating. He treats her well and keeps her happy. Not only that, but with his charming pearly, white teeth smile, and smooth talk, he won everyone, including me.

Jasper complains, kicking at the grass. “We’re not being a sore loser, are we, bud?” Rafe asks as he stands and spins Jade upside down, one arm holding her by her waist, her long hair almost brushing the ground. Her laughter echoes off the surrounding trees. “No, daddy,” Jasper squeals as Rafe scoops down and picks him up in the other arm, and he climbs him like a monkey. With one child hanging upside down and the other holding tight to his neck, Rafe wears an enormous smile, laughing along with the kids.

Vince added, looking a little doubtful. Rafael turned from the window to face his friends hesitant expression " what is that?" He asked " The world must see it as a love match" Vince said looking at his friend closely in the eye, he knew very well how his friend hated anything that had to do with that topic "Love " " I'll handle that aspect" Rafael said in a determined tone. "You think you can pull it off ?" Vince asked still unsure. " I am Rafael Manuel Jnr, I do anything I set my mind on, I know I can pull it off" Rafael stated with a fierce determined look in his eyes.