Rafe Cameron Smiling Novels & Stories

I don't want to put myself in danger and maybe affect my companions, especially Elijah. "Alas!" Rafi suddenly congratulated me that now he was simply dressed in white and his face was open. I can see him more clearly now because it is clear. His skin is a color of golden olive. His black hair is smooth reaching his back and some were in braids neatly. "Sorry about last night," he asked. His long eyelashes, his sharp hair, his prominent jaws, and his thin mustache that wraps around his jaw and chin are noteworthy. I don't know what my reaction will be, because of the bad meeting between the two of them and Elijah. But I just decided to ignore it. Whatever their problems are, I have nothing to

How did I ever fall for this? I force a smile, hoping it doesn't show how upset I am. I stand firm, ready to argue, but before I can, a voice interrupts us. "I disagree, Beta Damon. The gown suits the occasion." We both turn to see Alpha Rafe standing at the doorway. His presence commands attention, his eyes locking onto mine with a stoic expression plastered on his face. He had never been one to smile, and when he did one couldn't tell if he was happy or about to do something sinister.

I knew because the official photographer was almost twenty yards away by the rose garden, taking pictures of two board members who looked like they were signing a peace treaty over rosé. Interesting. “Julian Mercer,” I said. “Rafael Ricciardi.” Julian held out his hand, and Rafael took it. They shook. “Congratulations,” Julian said again. “Thank you.” Rafael’s other hand was still at my waist. Julian looked at me. “Coffee. I’m serious.” “I’m sure her calendar is full,” Rafael said. I slowly turned my head. Excuse me? Julian looked at Rafael too, then the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “I’m pretty sure Ara can speak for herself,” he said lightly.

He felt the warmth of her smile, and it made his heart skip a beat. "Hi… " the woman stretched her hands towards him. "I'm Snow. It's nice to meet you" she said, her smile deepening. "Hello.. I'm Rafe. The pleasure is mine." Rafe shook her lightly and took a few seconds to feed his eyes. "I'm a little lost. I'm looking for the 'R' family. Their son Raymond is a friend of mine. Any idea where I am and how to get there?" Snow asked, her head looking in different directions.

Camila says, she chuckles a little and glances at me. "It was worth it, if only for a little while" she smirks, she stays silent for a few seconds before letting out a heavy sigh and turning to look at me. "Your turn, was I right?" she asks hopefully, cracking a grin and batting her long light lashes at me. "You could be" I answer with a teasing smile. Camila looked at me from head to know slowly, her eyes meeting mine and her bright orbs darkened as she bit her licked lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, she was so confident holding my gaze for seconds to minute without hesitation.

I smirk thinking it through, maybe I don’t have to take those fake photographs anymore Rafaelle's face twist into a sly smile, his eyes shining with a glimmer of hope, “I love the way you think Grace, I have a feeling we are going to work really well together” he smirks leaning back and throwing the last of his drink into his mouth He calls the waiter over asking for another glass of wine for me and home. “Let's drink to getting what we want” he smirks raising his glass in the air “To getting what we want” I whisper a big smile on my face.

Rafael teased while looking at Felicia's face so closely that it made the girl feel embarrassed and finally couldn't hold back a smile anymore. "Wow, especially when you smile like that you're even more beautiful," said Rafael, because he was excited to kiss Felicia's lips again. “You can always make me happy and forget my anger,” Felicia said while blushing.

Because honestly? That one smile from Cameron was better than any amount of social media validation. He’d smiled. For real. Not the fake “I’m fine” one he gives his professors. Not the “I’ll murder you in your sleep” one he gives me when I steal his fries. This one was real. Pure. Rare. A miracle. “I still hate you for that caption,” he said, licking a bit of salsa off his lip. Slowly. Casually. Like he didn’t just send my brain into full static.

The rooftop falls quiet again, but now it feels different, calm and intentional. Rafe nudges the case with his boot. “Do you want me to leave the feed open?” “Yes.” “And if he activates the camera again?” My jaw tightens. “Then he’ll see exactly what I allow him to see. I want him to believe he's still tracking her.” A slow grin spreads across Rafe’s face. “Damn, man! You’re insane.” “I know.” He straightens up and picks up the case. "For what it’s worth," he says nonchalantly, "this might just be the most entertaining thing you've dragged me into. I've already booked my ticket. Front row seat to whatever chaos you're about to unleash."

she whispered in the mind link, secretly blowing him a tiny flying kiss when no one was looking. Raf caught it instantly. “Love you too, sweetheart,” he replied with a warm smile. Just then— “WHY ARE YOU TWO SMILING LIKE THAT?” Phoenix suddenly asked suspiciously. Saraya quickly grabbed her glass of juice. “Nothing.” Raf coughed lightly and focused on his plate. Phoenix narrowed his eyes. “Suspicious.” Zehaan loudly declared, “Dad smiled because Mum is pretty!” The table erupted into laughter again while Saraya hid her face in embarrassment and Rafael chuckled softly.