Rafe Cameron Rings Novels & Stories

The way he said sweetheart made my skin tingle. I cleared my throat. “That’s reassuring, I guess.” “Good. I’m Rafe,” he said, offering his hand. His palm was rough and warm. “You?” “Lena.” “Lena,” he repeated, like he was testing the way it tasted. “What are we marking you with today?” That’s when realization hit me, I hadn’t actually thought this far ahead. “Uh…” I scanned the walls filled with photos of butterflies, roses, dragons, and quotes that ranged from deep to disastrous. “‘Maybe something small. Something meaningful.’”

"You do realise she is still your wife, right? It's not like you truly divorced her." "Do you realise that your opinions are unsolicited?" Rafael retorted and opened the ring box. It was a diamond ring - one he had made during his Chemotherapy. Carson raised his hands in mock surrender. "The penthouse has been prepared. You will be ready to go as soon as the documents are ready." He tsked, "You are going to need a makeover because no one in their right mind will say yes to a man looking like that." He teased, getting a laugh out of Rafael.

When Cameron saw it, he had a distant look in his eyes. “That’s my mom’s ring. My grandmother from my father side gave it to her when she married my dad. I initially wanted to give it to Jenny as deserved it more, since she is the biological daughter but both of them wanted to me to give it to my future wife.” Cameron told her. He was touched by his family gesture. “This ring is so beautiful. Your future wife will be lucky to receive such a precious gift.” Marissa told him with a smile. “I doubt it. It’s not as shiny as before. Plus, it’s very simple and not extravagant.”

Reina said. “Reina, are you forgetting this?” Aubrey pointed at the ring on her finger. The ring shone blue rays, making Beta Dagon curious as she stared at it. “It's just a formality dear one,” Reina said. “I love your ring Aubrey, seems expensive,” Alpha Angelo said. “Thank you. Don't mind Reina, she likes bluffing,” Aubrey apologized. “No, actually she is right,” Angelo said. “It was a pleasure meeting you once again. I hope you won't get lost after PROM,” Aubrey said shyly as she opened the door, ready to sit in the car.

The circle was going to force my power out, and I would pass the trial, and Caleb would kill him. Rafe’s eyes were blazing, he was straining against the rogues holding him, the bond strained and muffled, suddenly screamed with a single, clear emotion from him. Not fear for himself. Pride. And then, a command, not through the bond, but through the sheer force of his will, his lips forming the words across the distance. “LET GO.” He didn’t want me to fail for him. He wanted me to fight. The moonbeam hit my boots.

For the first time, my voice was as cold as his. I lowered my eyes to my hand. Two rings gleamed on my left ring finger. One was our wedding ring. A perfect oval diamond, clean, expensive, elegant. The other was smaller, much simpler. The ring Rafael had given me back when we were still in college. He had just slipped it onto my finger in the kitchen of our tiny apartment after we’d fought about the future, then said, “So I’ll have legal grounds to kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”

Cameron's P.O.V Darcia spotted me almost instantly, his grey-gold eyes narrowing as his lips tilted up in a smirk. And before I knew it, he was heading in my direction and sliding into the seat that Freya had used only a few seconds ago. He hadn't changed a bit since his early teens. His emo vide was still going strong and I hate to admit it, but it actually added to his bad-boy personality. His hair was now long enough that it touched his shoulders and his favourite color in clothing still appeared to be all black. To add to his persona, he was even wearing ten rings on ten of his fingers, all made of silver and all having skull images curved into the silver.

"I'll put a ring on your finger." Xena took his right hand which was free from any ring. Rafe's ring was in his left hand. Xena didn't want his ring to be pinned next to Rafe's. He wants the other side that is still empty and has not been circled by a ring from anyone. “Xena… this is too beautiful for me. Thank you so much for loving me.”

"But first. Turn around." Slow she turned, wondering what he was about, and felt the cold heavy jewelry surrounding her neck. "Rafael," she breathed heavily, glancing down at the valuable piece he gifted her, a heart shape blue diamond pendant in a platinum setting. To own one, one had to be important enough in the world of rich and famous. From the first time she saw him, without a doubt he was one of them. Like Dominic. Who was only this generous to Beau, his tzarina. Facing him again, her blue-violet eyes were misty.

Kamila’s eyes were drawn to a display of matching rings, each one engraved with intricate patterns. “These are beautiful,” Kamila murmured, picking up a pair of rings. “But I want something that symbolizes our bond, something unique.” The saleswoman smiled. “We can customize the rings with any design or inscription you like. Many people choose to engrave special messages or symbols that are meaningful to them.” Kamila’s eyes lit up. “That’s perfect. I’ll get these rings and have them engraved with our initials and a special message.” As they finalized the order, Kamila felt a sense of excitement and satisfaction. She knew that the jackets and the rings would be perfect gifts for Dylan and Ry