Rafe Cameron Smiling Novels & Stories

To prepare me for life in the Moretti underworld, my boyfriend, Adrian Moretti, had his childhood friend, Chloe Marino, arrange a robbery drill for me every month. At first, they only stole my phone. Then came a knife in a parking garage, followed by someone tailing me late at night. Once I even opened my eyes in the middle of the night to find a masked man sitting on the edge of my bed with a gun pressed to my forehead. Afterward, Adrian told me, "Evelyn, if this is enough to scare you, you're only going to hold me back." Today was the twelfth time. A bullet grazed my ear and buried itself in the wall. Blood ran down the side of my face. I fell to the ground while Chloe stood at the curb, l

Fog and smoke blurred the world; through the lens, Kael was a sharp, lethal figure moving through it, dragging other men back behind cover, firing, shouting orders. “Still got it,” Rafe muttered around the cigarette clamped between his teeth. He tracked Kael’s path with the barrel, following the line of his shoulders, the way he adjusted to each new threat without breaking stride. “Don’t get cute,” a voice crackled in Rafe’s earpiece—one of his own crew. “We’re not here to take the shot.” “I know why we’re here,” Rafe said. “Just checking the merchandise.” He flicked the safety on and off once, a pointless, dangerous little habit, before settling it firmly back to safe.

Carissa pinched his cheek playfully. "If you stop scowling in front of her, she won't think you're going to lecture her." Rafael caught her hand and, with a playful peck on her lips, replied with a smile, "I can't help it—it's just my natural aura." "You often smile when you're with me, don't you? You should smile more at her too." Rafael nodded. "Alright, I'll do as you say."

I could get used to it, at least it wouldn’t be so boring. A moment later, Rafa walked in looking crisp and composed and wearing a black button-down shirt with black pants. My heart skipped a beat and I could feel Kane’s glare on the side of my head but I don’t care. Kane wasn’t wrong though. Wanting Rafa could get us both killed.

he instructed. I smiled, leaning into him, acutely aware of his body heat, the solid strength of him against my side. The camera flashed, capturing the moment, both of us wind, tousled and flushed from the hike, the darkening sky behind us. "One more for luck." Rafael said, but this time, instead of looking at the camera, he turned toward me just as the shutter clicked. I felt my cheeks warm, but didn't pull away. "Did you just ruin our evidence photo?"

As I got to the door, I heard someone had just come up behind me and turning I see that it is none other than Rafe with a ridiculous smile on his face. “We have to stop meeting like this,” he says. I roll my eyes – I can’t believe he just said that, like we’re old friends. Agreeing with him I snap, “You are correct, we do!” turning to walk away from him. I saw a slight frown on his face, but he quickly and cheerily came up beside me to continue his conversation. Softly he asks, “So Kate, how have you been?”.

Rafael, watching from a distance, smiled proudly and gave her a thumbs up while shouting, “You look amazing, babe!” Aurora blushed and walked over. “Wish me luck not to fall embarrassingly.” Rafael laughed. “If you fall, I’ll record it and we’ll watch it together tonight.” Aurora gave his shoulder a gentle push, then headed to the beginner’s practice area. Rafael followed her steps slowly but steadily and sat on a long bench not far from where Aurora was playing. He pulled a small camera from his bag and began taking pictures. Every one of Aurora’s smiles, each moment she slid slowly down the little snow hill all of it was etched into his memory and captured through his lens.

Kimberly Medilton "Rafe!!!" I ran to him and hugged him tightly "You miss me that much?" He chuckled as he hugged me back tightly "Yes I miss you a lot" I said "So how are you?" He kissed the side of my head and it's his habit "I'm good , so how's your flight?" I asked and he put his arm around my shoulder "Good , guess what?" He looked at me excited "What?" "I'm staying here until you go back to London!" I can't help but so happy. Rafe is like my happy pills. He never fail me and he always make me happy

We all laugh as the train chugs along, our little car rocking softly from side to side as we go. “To Daphne,” Rafe calls out, raising his champagne glass. We all do the same, everyone smiling – even Daphne, who blushes a warm and pleased red. “Who has knocked us all out with her poison, yes, but especially with her warm presence and rich company. We’re so pleased you’re here, Daph.” And as I raise my glass to my friend, I don’t miss the way that Rafe smiles at her. It’s a smile that I’m not sure I’ve seen before on Rafe, a very…rare sort of smile. That he perhaps saves for a very rare sort of girl.

The pursuit had been worthwhile. "Well, that was quite enjoyable!" Rafe exclaimed, stepping into Tricc's field of vision. His vibrant blue eyes sparkled like the myriad stars adorning the night sky. Rafe was a strikingly handsome man, and Tricc couldn't help but wonder, on more than one occasion, what it would be like to bed his own Beta. Such thoughts, however, crossed a boundary that shouldn't be breached. Nevertheless, there was no harm in indulging in wishful thinking, right?