Rafe Cameron Rings Novels & Stories

The two of them had been slaving away for an hour trying to pick the perfect rings. Samson had picked out a three-stone ring with hexagon moss agate and moissanite set in black gold. The ring had a string of leaves above the three stones truly signifying Gertrude's connection to nature. Samson commented that the ring would fit Gertrude well.

I asked, staring at her fingers, my brain working overtime to decipher what I wasn't getting. Only then did I catch a glimpse of the diamond ring on her left ring finger. “Oh my goodness, Amelia!” I squealed, standing up to hold her hand. “Rafael proposed?” “Yes, he did. Last night,” She said, grinning. “It was the most beautiful thing ever.” “Wow, I'm so happy for you, Amelia,” I replied, staring at the dainty diamond ring, which fitted her small hands perfectly. “It's gorgeous. Congratulations, sweetie.”

Younger wolves carrying flowers I didn't recognize, their scent sweet and wild on the evening air. At the center of it all, directing with his characteristic quiet authority, was Rafe. I saw him before he saw me. He was standing near the main courtyard, dark hair slightly disheveled from whatever he'd been doing, the sleeves of his shirt rolled to the forearm, talking to Cassian gesturing towards the ceremony fires. The fading afternoon light caught the angles of his face, the sharp jaw and the strong brow, the particular way his features arranged themselves when he was focused. The scars on his forearms caught the light too — the evidence of every battle he'd fought for the people around hi

Kane asked, throwing a smirk my way. Rafe chuckled, rolling his shoulders as if warming up. “Looks like I could break her with one hand.” Heat flared in my chest. “You’re welcome to try.” The crowd gathered around as we stepped into the center of the ring. We circled each other, sizing one another up, and then Rafe lunged. He moved faster than I’d expected, but I sidestepped, feeling his momentum throw him off. I jabbed a quick strike to his side, hearing the grunt as he absorbed the hit.

Rafaele interrupted Rain who glared at him. "Anyways Damien likes to act like he is perfect all the time but he isn't, he keeps strutting around like he is all that." Rain told Ring, a look of distaste on his face. "Maybe he is all that." Rafaele interjected. "He isn't" "well at least he does his duties rather than laze around all day" "He just does it to show off" Rafaele put his hands together in a pleading motion. "Please Rain do your duties and be a show off too"

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 promise to love you always if you accept me as who I am". Chelsea covered her mouth with her hand as Rafe knelt down on his knee. He was holding a small black box with a sparkling ring in it. "Will you marry me Chelsea?" Five words, one sentence, it was enough to take her breath away. She fell down on her knees too, hugging Rafe tightly. She was smiling in happy tears when Rafe pulled off to put the ring in her finger. "And you say it isn't romantic?" She sobbed, smiling so brightly that Rafe couldn't help but kiss her deeply. "Thank you for accepting me." He held her face in his hands, rubbing his thumbs on her cheeks.

Without saying anything, he slowly removed it, handed it to the salesman and said, "Of course. You can melt it, sell it, donate it… do whatever you want with it." Maitê felt her chest tighten with emotion. She looked at his finger; the pale mark from the ring was still there. The saleswoman brought another tray with men's rings. Rafael chose a simple white-gold model with a discreet black diamond detail in the center.

He smirked before removing a ring from his pocket. "Do you recognise this ring, Princess?" he asked. Valerie gasped with shock. She remembered the ring. It's the black opal ring which is similar to the pendant she is wearing. Raphael wears it. She never saw him removing that ring. It is the symbol of a Raven clan royal. Irina and Cadmus also has similar kind of rings. Each ring has the name of the person engraved on the underside of the ring. She snatched the ring and looked at the underside of the ring for the name.

But those cold and sharp eyes of his hadn't changed at all. "Rafe," I said quietly, trying to sound calm. "I didn't think DC was your kind of city." "Oh, I make do," he said with a shrug. "Lots of old connections here. And new ones too." His smile widened, and I noticed the gold ring on his finger that wasn’t a wedding band, but a custom ring that was engraved with the old Giordano insignia. No way! "You look good," he added. "Motherhood suits you. And Adrian... well, he was always meant for the spotlight. I just came to congratulate you both."