Rafe Cameron Season 1 Novels & Stories

Kendra looked at me. “I’m not helping. I know.” Rafael walked in right as Gabby started explaining that queens didn’t need cash because “people bring things.” He was already dressed for the drive home later, dark jeans, a plain black T-shirt, and a watch that could probably fund three years of preschool. His hair was still slightly damp in front, and he carried his own espresso like a man who had learned that approaching our breakfast table without caffeine was a high-risk decision. Gabby immediately pointed at him. “Rafa Lemon, who owns rose garden?”

“Have you never heard the saying… try, try again?” Noah smirked arrogantly. “What if I told you to reconsider your attack? Or are you bluffing as if the Supreme King is here? I know he never leaves his clan.” At that moment, Raf rounded the corner and stood beside Kevin. “Priorities change, you know,” Raf said with a smirk. Noah’s confident expression faltered as his eyes landed on Raf, and his face paled. The aura surrounding Raf was enough to reveal his true identity to anyone who could sense it.

I understood that his reaction was significantly influenced by the Alpha Oath he had previously taken, a powerful bond that deeply affected him. Having discovered a vital clue in the form of the Grimoire, my thoughts quickly shifted to the next pressing question: "Where is Rafe now?" This question echoed in my mind, unresolved. Suddenly, Faghri's alarmed voice broke through my thoughts. "Luna! This is bad!" he shouted, making my heart skip a beat. Turning to him with a mixture of confusion and concern, I asked, "What's wrong, Faghri?" His next words were shocking. "Rafe... It looks like he's planning to end his life," Faghri revealed, leaving me momentarily speechless. The idea of Rafe, a ma

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.”

something in me hesitated. That hesitation cost three lives. Now he sits below my feet, reminding me of every choice I can’t undo. I pour a glass of whiskey I won’t drink and turn back to the monitors. On-screen, Rafe sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor like it’s the only thing that still believes him. I remember the night he joined the family—barely twenty, reckless, sharp-eyed. I taught him to shoot, to negotiate, to survive. He learned too well.

Rafe nervously stepped up to the door of Mr Jones Vones' house. His parents had told him the tales of Mr Jones Vones. The man's wealth and power, but he had not expected the heavy door before him to be guarded by a man with a gun. Rafe remembered that day like it was yesterday. He had been so scared and confused as he and his family stumbled into the city of Cayton. He was just fifteen years of age. Previously, his friends had told him. He had been warned of the dangers of the city, but the sight of the guards of Mr Jones' grandfather, Mr Cayton, had been the most frightening of all. He had been so hungry and exhausted, but he had never expected to be arrested.

“Dave knows everyone here, but this is Rachel, Saoirse’s girl, and the ones with gray eyes are the Graycort family I’ve told you about. Ray, Sarina, Kamron, and my lovely Kimia. Then the birthday girl is Kam’s girlfriend, and general shifter, Rose.” “I have never met a general shifter before. Pleasure,” Rafe charmed. I could tell that Rina, Rose, and Kimi were intrigued by the blond bloodsucker. He’d do this at the bar all the time. Hell, even Rachel was giving him some friendly looks. “Guys, this is my dad, Rafe Sanguinario. He’s a vampire,” Dave said, and he sounded a bit proud. Kam grinned at Dave. “Yeah, you totally take after your mother.”

"I'm Beckett Group's best connection in Solana City. In fact, I've secured a document for a cultural city project set to begin bidding in three years. I promise it'll be yours. You have my word!" "Three years?" Justin's voice dripped with mock gratitude. "How kind of you. But before you decide, let me show you something." Justin tapped his phone, sending a video. Moments later, Rafe's sharp intake of breath was audible through the call. His voice quivered with both fear and rage. "You… You set me up? How could you?" The video showed Rafe, naked and debauched on a couch, flanked by two unclothed women. If this got out, he'd be ruined.

She rolled her eyes, but there was something deeply satisfying about the way he held her, like she belonged nowhere else but by his side. Just then, a familiar voice called out, “Kieran.” They turned to see Rafe approaching from a hallway that branched off toward what looked like offices. He was dressed casually, but there was always a grounded intensity to him that made Aria feel like he was always planning something in the background. “Do you have a minute later?” Rafe asked. “I want to go over the route to the Ashfall territory before we head out.” “Yeah,” Kieran nodded. “Give me twenty minutes, I’m just heading back to shower, and I’ll be right back.”

Killian took out his phone from his pocket. "Killian," I murmured his name as a warning not to try to piss Rafe off. "Is there something you want, my love?" Killian shifted his focus to me. "No, not at all, go ahead." "Miserable huh?" Rafe asked with a raising eyebrow. "Anyways, you're right after all. My email is RafeOrton99 at g***l.com. Send it straight to my P****l." Some minutes later with Killian on his phone tapping and clicking, a notification sound was heard from...that should be Rafe's phone.