Rafe Cameron Quotes Novels & Stories

Lucian mentioned how Rafi had been looking up to me, his curiosity and eagerness to learn evident in his young eyes. A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I envisioned Rafi's earnest expressions and inquisitive nature. "He's a remarkable young boy, isn't he? So observant and eager to soak up knowledge like a sponge," I remarked, a fondness lacing my voice. Rafi's thirst for knowledge mirrored my own, and I saw in him the potential for greatness. Lucian nodded, a proud glint in his eyes. "Indeed, he possesses the spirit of a true warrior. I have no doubt that he will excel in whatever path he chooses to pursue," he declared, his confidence in Rafi shining through.

the Don said at last, his voice low, steady, meant only for her. Her head snapped toward him. “I was terrified.” His gaze didn’t waver. “Good. Fear keeps you alive. Bravery isn’t the absence of fear. It’s moving anyway.” She scoffed, her throat tight. “And if I’d failed?” “You didn’t.” Rafe let out a snort, dragging his fingers over his jaw. “Sweetheart, you set Ferraro’s wife on fire with that one-liner about bad wine. I nearly kissed you myself.”

"Rafael thought maybe if he talked to someone who'd been through it, someone who'd made it work, he could figure out how to deal with it." "Okay. So you were giving him advice. What does that have to do with Carmine Greco?" Cristina hesitated, like she was trying to decide how much to tell me. I waited, letting the silence stretch between us until she finally spoke. "Rafael had this idea. This stupid, idealistic idea that maybe the families didn't have to be at war forever. That maybe if people actually talked to each other instead of just shooting first and asking questions later, we could build something better."

He said as he lifted young Rafe out of the fire. "Have you caught my papa?" Rafe had asked. "Nada", the grey haired man said. "That guy is as slippery as he is strong." "I want to catch him and free this world from filth, so I have decided...!" Young Rafe said, "I am going to be an officer like you." The grey haired man only laughed. "Good luck then Rafe Antonelli! You think the world is a safe place? You will suffer till you learn to become stronger."

It was kind of difficult to feel happy when you had the whole bloody Hrooar coming after and wanting you dead. That name still made me want to laugh as I rolled my eyes, I turned to look at Rafe who was also still smiling to himself, “Rafe, why would you think that I would be able to kick your ass anyway?” and his gaze fell on me when he replied with- “Because you’re a star, Amelia, and not just any star, you’re star is very rare,” and I couldn’t help but furrow my brows, “Well I don’t feel like a star, I feel like a human,” I replied nonchalantly. To which he nodded once,

"We're all going to die, Rafael, so it's not the end of the world. The only thing that hurts is that someone needs to be left behind to grieve." "Alexus, this is the hardest one. I-I can't handle what happened," Rafaella mumbled as she tried to stop the tears from running down her cheeks…." "I have faith in your abilities, Rafa. Don't let hardships like these overtake you. Consider what would happen to your mom and Cindy if you willfully gave up on these trials."

"You need to race, Leo. Really race. Win. And while you do, we'll show the world what's been happening beneath the arena." I picked up the earpiece, hands shaking. "What if it's not enough?" "Then we go down fighting." A pause. "Rafe wanted me to tell you something. He said, 'Run like hell and don't look back.'" I almost laughed. That sounded exactly like him. "Juno?" "Yeah?" "Thank you. For everything." "Just stay alive, idiot. We need you." The footsteps faded. I inserted the earpiece and pulled on my helmet. The Shade Wolf wasn't losing today.

More something said out loud that had been sitting in him since the hallway. “Nothing different,” Rafe said simply. “Stay close. Pay attention. Trust that what needs to be handled is being handled.” He picked up his cup and moved toward the door. “And perhaps,” he said without turning around, “stop drinking cold coffee when there’s a perfectly good machine right in front of you.” Daniel looked at the cup on the counter. He almost smiled.

“I-” “Promised?” My accusation is harsh and has him flinching. Maybe he shouldn’t make promises he can’t keep. But even though I place his guilt onto himself, it still burrows into my stomach. The words just come out, “I never said I was a good fighter. I thought everyone knew that.” His dark gray eyes have a hard time meeting my stare again. “Everyone has a weakness and mine is people.” Rafe is the first to speak into the awkward silence I’ve created, “how are we supposed to find out who this supposed master mind is?”

Me? Suddenly Coach Rafe is beside me on the stage. He puts his arm around my shoulders and leans close to my ear. "I told you I believed in you," he whispers. "From the very first day you walked onto my field, I knew you were special. I knew you were going to change everything." His voice is thick with emotion. Is he crying too? "You trusted me when nobody else would give you a chance," he continues. "Now look where you are. This is just the beginning, Luna. Just the beginning."