Rafe Cameron Actor Novels & Stories

He knew that what he was about to say could shake Rafe more than anything else had done in the last few weeks. Rafe was at the window when Cohen entered. His broad form was engulfed in darkness, and the pale silver moon light poured over his shoulders like plate armor. His stance was rigid, but his demeanor shifted with restlessness, the indication his wolf had been troubled since their return from the previous patrol. Not turning to him, Rafe's deep and authoritative voice rolled, but it carried a note of weariness. "Tell, Cohen?" Cohen dipped his head before moving forward. He talked calmly, measured, though his heart itched with each sentence. "My king… Ace."

The room feels brighter just with her presence, and all my apprehension evaporates in her warm energy. “This is Christobel, a Gamma within Io. And the woman who raised me,” Rafe muses, his forced smile softening into a genuine one as he gazes lovingly at the older woman. She raised him, but he didn’t call her mother. I wonder what the story is there. Come to think of it, I know very little about Rafe outside of his feelings for me, his love of Io, and his hatred of River Crest. Granted, we never spoke about our families or backgrounds when we were together. I just thought he avoided the topic because it was obvious that I had no interest in talking about my broken home and black sheep status

*Ainslee* Gavin is behind us, Lawrence ahead. The other two guards, Killian and Brady, are positioned on either side. All of us are wearing very unassuming clothes. I’d almost forgotten what it felt like to wear rags like this. Rafe, of course, would look good in a potato sack. He cuts an impressive, dark, brooding figure in threadbare brown trousers and a faded blue shirt. He’s also holding a rag to the side of his face that is soaked in blood in an effort to hide his identity and pretend he has an injury.

The heavy scent of cedarwood and rain didn’t belong to Elias. When the shadow finally stepped into the pool of light cast by the computer monitor, Damien’s fingers tightened so hard against the edge of the twenty-year-old photograph that the brittle paper threatened to snap. It was Rafe. His head of security, his closest confidant, and the only man who knew exactly how deep Damien had fallen into the quicksand of his forbidden affair with Elias.

He never expected his cheerfulness and sincerity to be ineffective against Angeline. Rafael wondered if Angeline was at least interested in his appearance since she rejected his offer on the basis that she didn't want Robert to misunderstand. Jamie, who was following behind Angeline while holding her water bottle, turned back to look at Rafael. He sneaked a photo of him before sending it to Taylor, who was on a business trip. He texted Taylor, "Mr. Powell, this man was sent by his sister-in-law, Grace, to pursue Ms. Lawson. His name is Rafael Ray, and he studied Biology at Krontos University. Should we look into him?"

He removed his sunglasses and slipped them into the collar of his shirt, leaving the two top buttons open. Rafael has become a model in several Luciano businesses after being invited to numerous television shows. The company's face smiled brightly as he waved to his sister-in-law. “Poppy! Where are you going? Do you want to eat lunch outside?” Rafael approached them and pushed Robin aside. Robin pushed him back harshly, which Sienna warned them about with her sharp gaze. “Why are you always bothering us?! Don't you have a lot of work?” Rafael is an intelligence agent, works at Luciano's company, and models. He is also a frequent guest star on television shows. However, he always finds time t

"You're mine. Fucking mine. No one... No damn one touches what's mine. I'll have their head rolling to the floor and send you their dick to remind you of that. Don't fucking test me, little hornet." His words sent a chill down my spine, my eyes widening in terror-even as the pleasure still throbbed through me. Rafael is a man of his word. What he fucking says, stands. A nd the fact that he was responsible for killing Cole? Only made his threat feel terrifyingly real.

But Callum had a lead. In the shadowed basement of an abandoned textile mill, we met a man named Rafi. He was rail-thin and jittery, his skin gray from too many years underground. “You shouldn’t be looking for Sable,” he muttered. “We don’t have a choice,” Callum said. Rafi’s eyes darted between us. “You don’t find Sable. Sable finds you.” “And how did you survive meeting him?” I asked. Rafi chuckled, a broken sound. “Who said I did?”

Kendra looked at me. “I’m not helping. I know.” Rafael walked in right as Gabby started explaining that queens didn’t need cash because “people bring things.” He was already dressed for the drive home later, dark jeans, a plain black T-shirt, and a watch that could probably fund three years of preschool. His hair was still slightly damp in front, and he carried his own espresso like a man who had learned that approaching our breakfast table without caffeine was a high-risk decision. Gabby immediately pointed at him. “Rafa Lemon, who owns rose garden?”

I said. “No,” he replied. “You’re Tiffany.” ***Liam She was exactly what I didn’t need. I’d just watched my last thread of backup walk out the door, and now the reason for that mess was standing in front of me like she still had something to offer. Five hours earlier, Rafe came back. Didn’t knock. Didn’t speak. Just walked in and started packing. “You’re leaving?” I asked, not surprised. He didn’t look up. “Called the Boss, told him it was a no go.”