Rafe Cameron Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

I'll try to get home early to keep the frizzy bunny company. Me [I'm a sexy and plump bunny.] Renata sent a picture of herself taking a selfie with an adorable expression. Jaguar Chameleon I see you like this. I think I'm going straight home now. I missed you right away. Me [Doctor pervert!] Jaguar Chameleon [You're the one teasing me, you sneaky rabbit.] Renata smiled with tears rolling down her cheeks. That was the chat two days before the incident. And their last chat Even though they were this close, like any other normal couple, why did Renata have to doubt him for a moment?

Not while Rafe was there, standing, watching, surviving despite the betrayal, despite the lies, despite everything. And the truth — that he had never betrayed me, that Damien had played us both — sank in like acid in my veins. I wanted to scream. I wanted to kill. I wanted to rip the world apart. But I couldn’t. Because for a single, impossible second, all I could do was look at him. Rafe. My obsession. My pain. My fire. And somewhere, deep down, I realized — this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

“What took you so long to return, Daddy? I've always been missing you.” To my surprise, Rafe lowered himself, picked her up, and placed her head on his chest. His face was expressionless except for the fake smile he was forcing. “Vivian? Take Freya away.” “But…” “He won't leave.” I said to Freya who was about to argue. Then she pecked Rafe and went with Vivian. As soon as they were out of sight, Rafe frowned at me, and the more he stepped closer to me, the more I stepped back.

My voice grew less forced and more lighter as I spoke. I told him about the tule dance, about Damon trying to sabotage the performance, about the gathering. I don't mention the kiss. He doesn't need to know that. Rafe listenes intently as I speak. I watch him smile as I tell him about Carswell still being Carswell. “So, the prank war is still ongoing?” Rafe comments as I finish my narration. You have no idea. Rafe knows about my feud with Damon, but he has no idea how deep the animosity runs. To him it's just immature bickering and rivalry.

Pfft, she looks like a duck. "I don't like ducks." Warren said and shook his head like a child. Hahaha, we both think the same! "Omg, sis, don't! Don't try to flirt with that idiot. he's Rafa's fiancé!" annoyed Tifanie said. "Come on," I whispered to warren and pulled him away. Before leaving, Warren looked back again. "Bleh!" He let his toung out to them. "You f*cking weirdo, you're disgusting!" annoyed Tifanie shouted, that made my blood boil in annoyance.

Lucian look in disbelief how could someone do this to her? Rafe grabs his face in disbelief “the poor girls been through more than we have in centuries in just a couple years”. Lucian looks at Rafe and then goes back to the doctor, nods and thanks him. He enters the room where the girl is laying still asleep, he stands near her bed, his fingers gently tracing the scars on her body, “no one deserves this.” He moves and sits in a chair across the room, his devotion to her is already strong he will not leave her till she wakes.

"Do you guys know each other?" Cameron stepped forward and said, "With Ralph, nah, I'd never met him before till today but this is Rhys, my soulmate, Ralph's older brother." He hooked his arm around Rhys' arm. "I didn't know Ralph had a brother." Kai gave me a pointed look. "Deal with him!" Rhys said before pulling Cameron along with him in a tight grip. Kai looked at me suspiciously. "Why do I feel like you three were about to kill each other, or better yet, you were about to murder Cameron?"

A fierce battle that could never be witnessed anywhere else. "What’s your plan for Luna?" "Just watch. I'll drive her to despair, then when she's hopelessly in love, I'll reject her. Then, I'll be the one begging. Women adore such twisted love games." "Fool! This isn't ancient times; such tricks won't work." "Shut up!" Rafe's body was enveloped in a black mist, and the real Rafe passed out. Rafge sat beside the bed, his keen gaze fixed on the grimoire on the floor."

“Yeah… covered the spread… told you they’d pull it off….” My stomach tilts, but not with fear. Because honestly, I’m not surprised. At this point, I’m almost certain Damien is betting on Rafe’s games. And, weirdly, I can’t bring myself to care. It’s Damien. He lives for risk, for high-stakes moves, for the thrill of control. Besides, it’s his money. Who am I to tell him what to do with it? “Everything okay?” Rafe asks when I drift back to him after watching Damien.