Rafe From Outer Banks Novels & Stories

Rafa was making rounds around the Islands aboard his amphibious car, he decided to test it on land he doesn't normally use this on land but today, he decided to test drive it after making some renovation and adding some fixtures He is so proud without this car that Ruby had given him as a gift on his birthday. He is now twenty two years old and nearly finishing his college degree. Ruby has ease up his workload to allow him to focus on his studies. He stopped by a small convenient store to buy drinking water. Upon entering the store he noticed a woman sitting on the pavement outside the establishment.

He also knew that knowing all of this and doing nothing with it was the agreement he had made twenty minutes ago in the kitchen and that the agreement meant something or it meant nothing and those were the only two options. He put the phone in his drawer. Rafe appeared in the doorway at ten, folder in hand, ready for the morning’s work the way he was every morning without fail. He looked at Tim behind the desk and then at the closed drawer and then back at Tim. “Daniel went out,” Tim said. Rafe came in and sat down. “I know. Leo told me.” He opened his folder. “Revel Street.” “Yes.” Rafe looked at his papers. “Do you want coverage?”

Which from Rafe means yes. I put my hands flat on my knees. I've been thinking about this for weeks. I know what I need to say. The only question has been whether I could say it clearly, from somewhere real rather than reactive, and I think... sitting in this living room on a Thursday afternoon with my son asleep down the hall and a burnt kitchen wall in my cottage and three men who ran into a burning building last night, I think I can.

We all stare at him. He lets out a deep breath. “I probably shouldn’t say anything since he doesn’t know about it himself yet, but Rafe is going to be heading to San Francisco, Damien explains. “What? No…” I shake my head. “No! Come on, we just got this thing working!”

Rafe turned her to sit on the bed before taking her bra and shirt. "Hands up". He said as if he was about to dress up a little child. Chelsea looked at him and started laughing. "Go out. I will be ready soon". Chelsea waved him to go to the lounge and she only took ten minutes to change into the clothes Rafe put for her. She went outside to find Rafe pacing around, waiting for her. "So what's the occasion?" She asked. Rafe didn't say a word but came closer to pull her beanie down her ears.

Rafe held my hands tenderly, his tenderness broke something in me and I began to cry. "Shhhh.... don't cry baby" he said wiping the tears from my eyes with his hands, " Ivana will be found soon , and you will be reunited with her". I nodded like a child sniffing and scrunching my nose to stop more tears from coming. "He wants to meet us tomorrow at his hotel for a quick briefing. Will you call Zed and tell him about it or would you prefer I do that?" , I asked Rafe as he stood up ready to go back to work at the bar. Rafe was good at bartending, he made the best cocktails and could create magic with the bottles and a shaker; the management of the club just recently promoted him to supervise t

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.

Delia questioned. “Yes born and brought up. Aria, Alex, Ethan and I pretty much grew up running around the beaches of this island since we were in diapers”, Rafe responded with a nostalgic smile. “I can tell you all are very close”, Delia stated. “What about your parents? They don’t live in the mansion?” She inquired. Rafe’s expression softened at the mention of his parents, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes. “Well, unfortunately they were lost at sea in a shipwreck when I was 19 and Aria was only 14”, he explained.

Sometime later, Rafe pulls into the parking lot of a fancy-looking building right on the beach. My eyes skim right past the shiny sign - apparently this is the Silver Heron Club - to the view beyond. "The Club owns this stretch of beach," Rafe says. "Only members have access to it, and we should have the beach to ourselves at this hour."