Rafe Cameron Buzz Cut Novels & Stories

As awful as the quality is, there's a dead-on shot of my face right before Rafe leaps into action. The question, then, is who will see this? Is this juicy enough for any of the celebrity gossip blogs to pick up? Or for people who work in this industry to seek out? Rafe has a reputation for being a player. And as far as I know, he isn't cheating on anyone. He probably shouldn't have grabbed the guy with the cell phone, but it's not like he was arrested for assault. I'm thinking - hoping - that this is just ordinary enough to pass under the radar. Everyone is focused on Luca and Dante right now because of Cataclysm: Earth.

Then his phone rang. I glanced at the screen. Carmela. Rafe's jaw clenched as he picked up. A second later, her voice came through—soft, dramatic, and just the right amount of pitiful. "Rafe, I burned my hand..." His whole face shifted. Full panic mode. "Don't worry. I'm coming." He hung up, grabbed his coat and keys, then tossed me a quick notice, "I have to step out." And just like that, he was gone.

“We are so happy for you.” “This needs further celebration!” Benjamin announced. “Tell me about your plans.” “You must have a prospect date,” Adam said. “Yeah. Enlighten us a bit. Let’s see what we could help,” Carter suggested. “Actually, we’re starting from scratch,” Rafe said, making sure everyone was listening. “After all, Savi deserves something much more... real... and we want something more private.” He clasped me closer to him. “Isn’t that right, love? Didn’t you say we have a lot to do?”

"Edie, is it?" "Yeah," I say, wanting to run after Rafe but realizing that that would be rude, now that Orlando is actually talking to me. Rafe's younger brother has a friendly face, and his hair is a mess of loose, ear-length curls that might have looked boyish on someone else. On him, they look sort of dashing - like the loose, windswept hair you see on the covers of old period romance novels. He looks like he should be out stalking around a moor somewhere. He's not as bulky as Rafe, more long and lean, but I can definitely make out the definition of muscles beneath his shirt. Is this whole family ripped?

This time the Baretta M9 with a fully loaded bullet chamber. "Those who wish for their own death." Bang “Kyaa… What happened, Rafe?”

Quinn Pov We were currently heading to the park. Liam and I have both gotten our hair cuts. Liam's very long blonde hair is now short, the sides and back of his hair is cut and the front side to the middle is now very long covering his forehead. He chose the style himself saying the kids at school have that type of hair that he also wants it, and we got to give the kid what he wants. As for me, I trimmed my hair. It is now resting in my waist area. I also washed my hair. And of course where we will go that people won't fawn at Dave, the workers were all over him and as usual I sat there giggling with Liam as he looked so uncomfortable. And when I couldn't take it anymore, that was when I dec

Meeting our new family I thanked the clerk for the information and told Rai to follow me as we walked to the establishment. "You know whatever is cut will grow back quickly in a few days or less, dear," Rai mumbled, running his fingers through his shoulder length black shiny hair. "I know but figured getting it cut stylish to meet the children's caretakers will give them a good impression of us both," I replied and he smiled. We entered the barbershop and waited for an opening. When it was our turn I got a short fade with longer hair on the top and Rai got the same.

"I'm sure you wished you had these right?" Dan rolled his eyes as he shook his head. He was brought back to reality. "Right. Let's get back to what we were doing! Would you love to do the honors?" "With pleasure!" Damian said as he got closer to the cage and tore it off. In an instant, the cage looked like a pressed can. He bit down on Rafe's shirt and pulled him out. He dragged him out, careful not to touch the binds on his wrist as he dropped him gently on the ground. Dan rushed to his son. Rafe had cuts and bruises everywhere on his skin. He lifted his son's shirt and saw the horrors Mr Jones Vones had done. He had spelt an R on Rafe's back.

“There’s too much to lose.” She looks away, jaw working, but doesn’t argue. That silence from her is as close to trust as I’ll ever get again. Rafe steps out then—limping, bleeding, but standing. His shirt is dark with blood at the ribs, but he still smiles, cocky and venomous. His gun dangles in his hand like an extension of himself. The crowd parts for him, men watching, unsure if they’re following a king or a ghost. “Cruz Maddox,” he drawls, voice frayed but sharp. “Always dragging everyone into your tragedies. Woman. Child. Old friend with a knife fetish. You really don’t know when to stop.”

He paused, clearly listening to someone on the other end of the line. Then he chuckled. “Calm down. Two weeks will be here before you know it.” Another pause. “I know, I know. I want it over with too. Believe me, I can’t wait to kill him.” My blood froze. “I’ve waited long enough,” Rafael continued. “This time, no mistakes. The moment the ceremony is done, the moment the cameras are off… he disappears. Quietly. Permanently.” He laughed again, softer now. “God, he’s so trusting. You should’ve seen him this morning, begging me to slow down. Baby, slow down,” he mocked with a syrupy tone. “He really thinks I care.”