Rafe Cameron Movies Novels & Stories

“Hold on, I’m just fast. I won’t last long. Also, if I do that, you will wear yourself out. That’s not possible, because I told you, you need to rest today. Behave, I’ll be gone in a moment...” Rafael got up and left the room quickly. Simon struggled to get the tie on, but it was too tight. A few seconds later, he heard the car driving away. He frowned. Rafael won’t ride on a motorcycle. He remembered what Luna said. “Once the dashcam and CCTV properly catch his motorcycle on the street, we will know where he went,” “He uses a different car...” Simon said. “Did they take my dashboard camera? Did the CCTV also catch him?”

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

"Rafael has been nothing but loyal to you. He loves Camila like a sister. How dare you accuse him of something like this!" "Then who was it? Who else could have gotten that footage?" "I don't know!" Rafael shot back. "But it wasn't me, and it sure as hell wasn't Maya. We've been in Vienna with you, remember? Or did that slip your mind while you were busy losing your shit?" "Don't talk to me like that—"

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?”

We all stare at him. He lets out a deep breath. “I probably shouldn’t say anything since he doesn’t know about it himself yet, but Rafe is going to be heading to San Francisco, Damien explains. “What? No…” I shake my head. “No! Come on, we just got this thing working!”

“I understand the theory. But he’s not a rational actor. You said it yourself—he’s chaotic.” “All chaos has a source,” Rafe said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “And I am the only force he has ever feared. He will understand the message.” The SUV slowed and turned down an unmarked alley, stopping before a featureless steel door. A single, discreet camera lens watched them from above. The driver got out and opened the door for Rafe, who emerged without a word. Jay followed, the cool night air a shock after the climate-controlled interior.

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.

It was then that Rafe turned his head to look at me, agony and despair were sketched across his face, and as he slowly began lowering him down to the floor he also lowered his head as he tried to reign in his rage. Taking a few deep breaths he finally lifted his gaze to mine again, the dark orbs had dissipated and the blue galaxies had returned in their place. Jeremy wasted no time in moving away from him as he began coughing and rubbing at his throat, "You're the fucking monster, you're kind came down to our planet it wasn't the other way around. The sooner you all just fuck off the better." Rafe didn't respond to Jeremy's outburst, instead, his gaze kept mine the whole time. Jeremy turned

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.

I've still one big, massive trouble to endure that is the divorce matter, bearing Mom and Dad's reactions and interrogations and Rafe's reaction too. "What? Aren't you finding anything interesting to watch?" "Uh-oh." This time I look up and see Rafe standing on my side. I mute the TV, put the remote down and rise up. My pupils enlarge when I see him in outfits unusual to his regular style. I freeze on my spot. He's wearing an ash-grey sweatshirt and dull blue loose trousers. This outfit is displaying his athletic, virile figure; muscular built, strong arms and broad chest. His hair are being messy in a way as if he has ran fingers in them.