Rafe Cameron Buzz Cut Mga Nobela at Kwento

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

Havermouth, Present Time Cameron came into the bathroom as Heath stepped out of the shower and sighed. “Shit. I was hoping for a quickie in the shower,” he complained upon seeing that Heath was out. “But I had to help get breakfast back to jail.” Heath rubbed a towel through his hair. It was getting a bit shaggy, he noted, and debated whether to cut it or let it grow. He had kept his hair short for the past five years to avoid looking like Charlie, but the length had surpassed any similarity to his father, and he quite liked how it looked on him. In the same vein, his jaw held a glitter of stubble that rasped beneath his fingers as he ran them over it and where he would normally shave it awa

Chapter: 4. ****** "Alpha, I think it's time you reconsider your stance regarding Omegas. The pack members are starting to whisper," Rafe said, leaning against a tree. He was dressed in his usual suit, but without his tie, and his white shirt had its first three buttons open. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he watched his Alpha carefully, waiting for any reaction on his face, but the man remained completely poker-faced.

Cassandra dramatically throws herself at Rafe, crying her eyes out. “Drama queen auditions, right over here,” I say, under my breath. Pax stifles a laugh and then shoots me a sexy look that says he’s impressed. Maybe even turned on. “I saw the whole thing, Rafe. Cassandra was trash talking then put her hand on Hannah, she was just defending herself,” he says, completely taking me by surprise. My jaw falls in response and he shoots me a quick wink. I hate that there’s a pulse between my legs but he is damn good looking in his crisp white collared shirt and navy pants.

Ava added. "So, you're trying to say all make editors are like Rafe?" "No, I was only stating similarities between the two of them as regards to you. Fine, show me his pictures." "So, this is on his profile." I want to show her but she grabbed my phone instead. "Not bad," she tapped twice on the phone screen to zoom Jason's picture. "I see some resemblance with Rafe somehow, Eve. The glasses are trying to cover it." "He's nothing like Rafe, please." I took my phone back from her.

“I can always crash with Jimmy.” “Whoa! Since when are you college bound?” Chassy asked. I didn’t have time to answer her because an old friend of mine walked through the door. “Nate Mactire! I have a bone to pick with you!” A man with hair so blonde it was almost white that reached just past his ears, and very pale skin pointed at me. “Rafe! Don’t you have any respect for the dead? This is fucking wake! Not a party!” I scolded him.

“How long have you known Kieran?” “All my life,” Rafe said without hesitation. “We were raised together. My father was Beta before me, his father was Alpha before him. We were practically joined at the hip as kids.” She leaned forward a little. “What was he like growing up?” Rafe chuckled, resting his ankle over his knee. “Carefree. Wild. He laughed all the time, fooled around way more than he should’ve. You wouldn’t believe it now, but he could be downright reckless.”

My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest as he seemed like he was heading towards me. But then he walked right past me, and I released the breath I’d been holding. I turned to look at him slowly, and the fact that he didn’t even turn to look at me gave me some relief. To him, I was still just a stranger. Rafe was much taller than I initially guessed. He was at least 6’5, and the bull tattoo on his neck was more prominent than Adrian’s. He was a freak of a man, with beefy arms that looked like they could rip a rhino’s head off, and large calves that looked like he was secretly hiding slabs of meat in his socks.

I could get used to it, at least it wouldn’t be so boring. A moment later, Rafa walked in looking crisp and composed and wearing a black button-down shirt with black pants. My heart skipped a beat and I could feel Kane’s glare on the side of my head but I don’t care. Kane wasn’t wrong though. Wanting Rafa could get us both killed.

cutting me off Jeremy cringed, “There you go again, naming it. Why would you do that?” My mouth gaped slightly at his reaction, “I’m not naming it, I mean, him. That’s his name Jeremy, his name is Rafe. You were there when he told me his name for god sake, do you think I just made up a name for him,” I said now waving my hand up in front of him.