Rafe Cameron Actor Novels & Stories

Rafe opened a folder. And Tim Black, the most feared man in Red City, sat down and began to dismantle Marcus Webb’s world one piece at a time.

"Pâmela Montenegro." He repeated it mentally. The name had personality. It didn’t match fragility, although at that moment she seemed so vulnerable. "Nice to meet you…" he said carefully, extending his hand. "Rafael Carter." She took his hand and couldn’t help herself. His gray eyes were incredibly striking. Intense. Warm. Different from any man she had ever known. She realized she had been looking at him for too long and looked away, feeling her face grow warm as she withdrew her hand.

"Haven't you ever walked by the magazine section at the Corner Mart? Or glanced at the racks by the checkout line? His face is everywhere!" "I've glanced at the magazines, sure, but I never really look at them. And recently it's all been about royal weddings and such." I tap my finger against Rafe's stubbled cheek. "Is he an actor, then?" "He's done a little acting. Mostly he models these days. And I think he won a motocross competition a few years back. But he was famous before he did any of those things. He's one of the Fontaines." When I don't immediately respond, she continues, "You have to know the Fontaines! They're Hollywood royalty! You know - the Fontaines. Luca, Dante, Giovanna - "

Killian took out his phone from his pocket. "Killian," I murmured his name as a warning not to try to piss Rafe off. "Is there something you want, my love?" Killian shifted his focus to me. "No, not at all, go ahead." "Miserable huh?" Rafe asked with a raising eyebrow. "Anyways, you're right after all. My email is RafeOrton99 at g***l.com. Send it straight to my P****l." Some minutes later with Killian on his phone tapping and clicking, a notification sound was heard from...that should be Rafe's phone.

“Where’s the cabin?” Just as the words leave my lips, the air begins to shift like waves around me. After a moment, a cabin appears, and the door opens. A gasp escapes my lips when I take in the majestic man before me. Rafael looks like he’s in his early twenties with flawless chestnut skin and stylishly cut, short, dark hair. He has a five o’clock shadow, plump, kissable lips, and his eyes are the color of rich chocolate. He looks like that hot Duke from the Netflix show Bree and Zoe made me binge-watch last summer. I was hooked the moment the show began. I liked it because it had a diverse cast who lived in Jane Austin times. We couldn’t stop drooling over the main character; I think the a

“Dave knows everyone here, but this is Rachel, Saoirse’s girl, and the ones with gray eyes are the Graycort family I’ve told you about. Ray, Sarina, Kamron, and my lovely Kimia. Then the birthday girl is Kam’s girlfriend, and general shifter, Rose.” “I have never met a general shifter before. Pleasure,” Rafe charmed. I could tell that Rina, Rose, and Kimi were intrigued by the blond bloodsucker. He’d do this at the bar all the time. Hell, even Rachel was giving him some friendly looks. “Guys, this is my dad, Rafe Sanguinario. He’s a vampire,” Dave said, and he sounded a bit proud. Kam grinned at Dave. “Yeah, you totally take after your mother.”

"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.

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.

Tony smiles, but he doesn't budge. "Come on, Rafe, up." Peter says, and he does, then go to Camille and Adora, kisses their hands and cheeks. "I owe you my life for what you've done for my family, for my son." He says "You did a wonderful job, and I will be eternally grateful that you were there for him, when I couldn't be, you were the best parents he could ask for, thank you." "You will make me blush with all these praises, Rafe." Adora says, then hugs him.

"But he's here. And he's real. And Cael asked us to watch out for his family." Dominic was quiet for a long moment. Then, with the controlled emotion of a man who has decided that managing things is not, in this instance, the right response: "Yes. He did." Rafe appeared in the doorway at the end of the second hour, and the expression on his face was the most open thing I had ever seen from him—raw, moved, badly controlled, and not trying to be otherwise. He looked at Dominic for a long moment. "He looks like him," Rafe said. Just that.