Rafe Cameron Quotes Novels & Stories

Just theories. “Ah,” Rafe said. “There are just so many rumors going around, I didn’t know what to believe.” Something in Rafe’s expression seemed strained, like he was holding himself back from asking about what he really wanted to discuss. “You didn’t call me over just to talk about some rogues, did you?” I asked. Rafe cleared his throat, suddenly too uncomfortable to look me directly in the eye. “Yeah, well, I was wondering… Do we owe you another congratulations?"

“How does it feel knowing you lost to someone who fell flat on his ass halfway through the second round?” “That was karma trying to stop you,” Cameron deadpanned. “Bold of you to assume karma’s on your side.” “Karma has taste.” “I have talent.” “You have audacity.” “And yet,” I echoed, squeezing his hand, “here you are.” He groaned. “If you quote me one more time, I’m pushing you out of the car.” I grinned. “You love my quotes.” “No, I tolerate them.” “You tolerate me.” “Barely.”

Jamie said, passing him a glare. Rafa chortled, “Hit the nail on the head, didn’t I?” He said. “Are you not sure about what to do with the woman?” Jamie scoffed in annoyance, “Mind your bloody business, Rafa!” “I’m only trying to help.” Rafa scolded. “You’ve got to talk to atleast one person about it, Jamie. You’re clearly lost.” “I assure you, Rafa. You’re better off not knowing anything.” “Try me.” He said, “Whatever it is, you know I’m only loyal to you. I’m your man, Jamie. Ever since that day you rescued me from those bloody rogues.”

Mom, I am tired" " What do you mean you are tired?" His mom asked, her eyes filled with curiosity. "What I am trying to say is, I do not care anymore. I will not let you and father destroy my life and ruin my chances of love because of selfish desires. I will not!!!" Rafe yelled at his mother. He had never done it before and deep down, it sounded strange. He loved and respected her too much but he needed to be a man right now. His feelings had to be acknowledged too.

said Rafa with a cynical smile "You should thank mom and dad, without us you will not have abundant wealth, maybe you might even become a beggar in the fringe if papa doesn't pick you up, you should be aware of yourself, Rafa, have you forgotten? Who caused Mom's death decades ago?" said Bram no less cynically. “YOU STILL THINK I AM THE CAUSE OF MOM'S DEATH ?? EVEN IF I HATE IT BUT I DON'T KILL HIM BRAM! BEAR IN MIND THAT!" said Rafa in an emotional tone

But what Rafe said sparks hope in me that won’t be quenched. ‘Ainslee, I’m alive. I’m coming.’

I paused, meeting his gaze. Cassian blinked, as if the words themselves were foreign. “I should’ve said this a long time ago but thank you. For dragging me back when I needed straight into me, nearly knocking me off balance. For always being there and never giving up on me..” He froze, clearly caught off guard. “Gods, don’t get sentimental on me, Rafe. You’ll ruin my reputation.” “Take the compliment, Cass.” He huffed, but there was warmth in his eyes as he clapped my shoulder. “Fine. But only because it’s you. And because I’d like to live long enough to see you grovel to your mate when we get her back.”

I teased Rafe, drawing a chuckle from him. Then he added, "You know what, Luna?" "What?" I asked curiously. "My real wealth is having you in my life," Rafe confessed. His words, heartfelt and genuine, made me blush. I felt my heart flutter, moved by his sincere declaration. "I disagree. I think wealth is having the freedom to enjoy an entire ice cream truck by yourself," I playfully replied. "You want to consume an entire ice cream truck?" Rafe chuckled, to which I responded by puffing up my cheeks in mock indignation.

Raf recalled. “Stop! You were that awful guy?” I asked bewildered. “What? I was an angel!” Raf assured. “Yeah, and I hate peanuts! We both lie!” I exclaimed and trailed off, remembering some things. “I know that you love peanuts,” he affirmed quietly and smiled. “Are you done?” Camilla asked us, annoyed. I went to close my eyes. And having had such a warm conversation, we continued playing. I started counting and when I was over I turned back and saw Raf very close to me.

“He saved me, and you weren't there.” “Yeah, I guess you think that makes him loyal,” he said, his voice low and laced with disbelief. “He’s loyal enough.” Avery looked up at those words, his eyes flashing with something I couldn't catch. “I don't do royalty, Rafa. I do survival.” Kane turned to him and said sarcastically “And how long before this “survival” means putting a bullet in his skull?” “That depends on who aims first.” “That's enough,” I said harshly.