Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

"My apologies, Alpha, Luna. Rafe doesn't always know how to behave. So naughty." "It's quite all right." I crouched in front of the boy. "How old are you, Rafe?" "Four," he announced proudly. "Oh, a big boy now. You have to protect your mother and listen to her." He nodded and puffed out his chest. "Yes, Yuna. I'm the strongest in my whole nursery class." I laughed softly. "I can tell. You'll grow into a strong warrior." Rafe beamed. "Yuna, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen..." Then his eyes went wide. "After Mommy, of course. Mommy's the most beautiful."

Brittany can barely see the fine line between good things and bad things because of Rafe. "Sorry honey, I always can't keep my mouth from swearing. You know, last week he humiliated me on the forums. He underestimated my abilities in front of potential clients who would invest in my company. Your father then took away half the investors who should have invested in my company.” Rafe took a sip of the rest of his beer roughly. Anything that had to do with Cooper Smillow always pissed him off. Ever since he ascended the throne to succeed his father as CEO of his company, Cooper Smillow has always tried to trip him up and screw up everything he was trying to do. He blatantly hated him. He even s

"Pâmela Montenegro." He repeated it mentally. The name had personality. It didn’t match fragility, although at that moment she seemed so vulnerable. "Nice to meet you…" he said carefully, extending his hand. "Rafael Carter." She took his hand and couldn’t help herself. His gray eyes were incredibly striking. Intense. Warm. Different from any man she had ever known. She realized she had been looking at him for too long and looked away, feeling her face grow warm as she withdrew her hand.

"Tade, please... stop, I beg you..." But Tade is far from finished. "You have systematically ruined every single alliance we had!" he screams, his chest expanding as his wolf rumbles. "I warned you about Rapha's sharp mind. He carries the exact same dangerous brilliance as Nyara. But you dismissed him as a useless, plain rogue and convinced me to throw him to the wolves! Look what happened! Rapha is Kaelum! He is the most powerful black-market weapon designer in the world, and we did not even know it!"

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?”

Roy offered. He hadn’t said much concerning Cassandra since news went round about the ritual, although he had spent most of last night and the entire day, calming Kylie down. He knew how much of a mess Kylie had been, he couldn’t begin to imagine what Caleb was going through. Caleb let out a sad chuckle, “I don’t know if it makes sense, but knowing that she’ll be fine, still brings me no succor.” Roy nodded, it did make sense. There was no amount of placating that could take away that fear that there was the possibility that things wouldn’t be okay. There were no words to tell Caleb. Times like this, silence was the best form of support.

a simple answer, but Mike seems fulfilled. He nodded and wait until he goes. He opened his phone and launched the CAM application he is using from its launch. “Sam Ramos … this man is the top streamer?” he keeps on visiting his profile, but he knocks it off when a young lady calls his name from a decent distance. “Babe!” Mike immediately goes to her and maintains social distancing until they reach a motel nearby. Mike is a naughty twenty-three years old Civil Engineering senior. He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth.

He looked at Daniel for a long moment, and Daniel got the feeling he was being assessed again, more carefully this time, like Rafe was deciding not just what to say but how much of the truth Daniel could actually handle. “I think,” Rafe said carefully, “that Tim has never done anything like this before. In ten years I have never seen him bring someone here who wasn’t connected to work in some way.” He paused. “That means I don’t have a precedent for it. And I don’t like operating without precedent.” “So it makes you uncomfortable,” Daniel said. “It makes me cautious,” Rafe corrected. “Those aren’t the same thing.” “What are you cautious about?” Rafe looked at him steadily. “You,” he said. “A

“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.”

He continued. "Rafe, don't be shy. We are your parents. And we appreciate your choice." Rafe's mother comes in front of him, breaking our eye-contact. "This kid." Mr. Eastmond laughed, and brought the microphone close to his mouth. The red alerts turned into black spots, looming in front of my eyes. I can pass out any minute. "Ladies and Gentlemen." His voice echoed in the hall, silencing everyone, "I'm proudly announcing my son Rafael Eastmond betrothal with Freya Howard and I would..."