Rafe Cameron Novels & Stories

He tries to maintain his composure, but I can feel the tension radiating off him. Rafe extends a handshake to Damon, who reluctantly lets go of me to accept it. "Good to see you again, Beta Damon," Rafe says, his voice steady. He had always been one to remind Damon that he was a Beta despite his marriage to me. "Likewise," Damon replies, his smile tight. I know without a doubt he despises Rafe the most out of the other Alpha's. Rafe then turns to me, his expression still emotionless. "Our Luna," he says, offering his hand. "It's a pleasure."

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.”

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

A small coffee table stood in the center, littered with magazines and a potted plant. Camille, her sweet and serene roommate, greeted her with a warm smile. Camille's gentle demeanor and calm presence always had a way of soothing Heather's frazzled nerves. She had a kind face, with gentle features and warm brown eyes that radiated empathy and understanding. Heather poured out her heart to Camille, tears streaming down her cheeks as she recounted the betrayal she had faced. "He's gone, Camille," Heather choked out between sobs, her voice trembling with grief. "Arthur is gone, and everything we worked for is falling apart."

And Colt, checking his weapon with the same controlled efficiency he had once brought to protecting Sloane from Voss's men on a dark switchback, said, without looking up: then we move carefully, and we move fast, because whatever Camille Duarte is facing right now, she's facing it because she chose to help us, and I am not prepared to let that choice cost her everything while we debate the wisdom of acting quickly enough to actually matter. The flight to Phoenix felt endless, Sloane's mind cycling through every possible scenario awaiting them, and Colt, beside her, maintained a controlled, focused calm that she recognized, with familiar unease, as Carter Mercer fully resurfacing, every soft

I whispered. “Nova,” he growled. “Who the fuck is out there?” I wasn’t looking at Cruz anymore. I was staring through a hairline crack in the broken window, and there he was. Rafe. “No,” I breathed. “It’s not possible.” Cruz’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “Rafe who?” I turned to him slowly. “Rafe Moretti.” His face changed instantly, filled with rage, disbelief, and shock. “That son of a bitch is dead,” Cruz said. “He died in the raid two years ago. Blade saw the body.”

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

I'm beginning to think you are mute Mr British Liam Scott. I walk towards Liam and when I get to him, I stretch my hand down to him for a handshake " Hi, I'm callum Dove, the president of the student body council of the school and I'm at your service. " I say and beam. He grabs my hands for the handshake and instantly I flush, his hand is warm and I just felt the sparks. I have always wanted the kind of sparks mum had when she met Lori, that's why I haven't bothered with dating.