Rafe Season Two Novels & Stories

" Cohen was silent, his eyes fixed on the floor, waiting for the tempest to break. Rafe rose from his seat, every step heavy with suppressed rage. His breath came short, his movements tight with anger that seemed no fire could thaw. Silently, he strode to the door, his cloak swirling behind him like a dark phantom. Cohen watched as the king left the room, his boots loud as they struck the floor. The atmosphere hummed with the force of his anger. Rafe didn't stop, didn't falter, as he made his way to the west wing. Rafe slammed into Seraya's room without invitation. The door crashed open against the stone wall, and the sound cut through the silence like a knife. The room was dark, save for th

I commanded her. "I'll make sure I'm the only one she marries no matter what happens. And I won't allow any reason to change that." I whispered loudly. "Even if I had to kill all the men who approaches him, I would." "Okay, boss, I'll go first," Rafilla said and left. "Not yet. Wait for me dear, someday you will know everything too. After my plans." Rafaelia's POV. I rearranged my make up and short dress, that you could see almost the soul. With my beautiful body and face, no man can refuse me.

He radiated “touch my daughter and I’ll break your spine in half.” Rafe flicked his gaze over each of them quickly, trying not to look like he was cataloguing threats. Then his eyes landed on Baylee. He froze for a second. Then, to her disgust, he smiled. “Baylee Vale,” he said. “Damn. You’re still pretty.” Heather’s knife hit the wall point-first between Rafe’s head and his ear with a loud thunk. Rafe jerked. Heather smiled sweetly. “Oops,” she said.

The day passed in careful, exhausting motion. Rafe worked through the compound methodically, running new cable, testing angles, muttering to himself in the particular focused cadence of a man who processed fear by making his hands busy. Mira worked alongside him without being asked, passing tools, holding ladders, and somewhere in the quiet accumulation of small competent gestures Sloane watched something between them settle into place that looked less like new romance and more like the beginning of the kind of partnership that survived hard things.

He changed a lot in 2 years almost 3 years to be exact Suddenly Ethan put a small cup of coffee in front of me. I looked up to him and he got the same thing as me. Before even he can talk.. My phone rang and I quickly picked it up "Maddie!" "Hey Rafe" I answered and I can't look even look at Ethan to his eyes "I heard you're in New York , wanna meet up?" "You're in New York too?" I asked "Next week , I'm going there for 2 days" Rafe said and I chuckled

"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.

Raf turned his gaze towards his Honey Bee. “Come, let me show you our 1st meeting again, and then I’ll tell you why I did that,” Raf said, and they came towards the bed. They settled down on the bed and faced each other. Raf raised his hand and kept his index finger on her forehead. He closed his eyes and thought about their 1st meeting. Saraya started getting the flashes of their 1st meeting, and it ended when Raf left from there. “What? You were sitting on the railing? Were you planning for a suicide?” Saraya asked in a shocked tone.

He wasn’t winning this time. I turned back to Rafe. He hadn’t moved. Just stood there, a shattered ruin of the man I used to know, staring at me like if he stared hard enough, maybe I’d crack or change my mind. "Let’s go," I said, my voice calm, almost bored. "Unless you’d rather humiliate yourselves in front of the courthouse security cameras." Rafe opened his mouth—I thought he was going to beg or even threaten for one more time—but what actually came out still managed to shock me.

Selena exhaled when the heavy doors closed behind them. Rafe stretched, yawning dramatically. “Well, my job here is done. I’m going to find whiskey and someone gullible enough to listen to my war stories.” He winked at Selena as he backed toward the hall. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” “Which is what? Kill someone or kiss them?” she muttered. “Both, if you do it right,” Rafe shot back, his grin sharp before he vanished. That left her alone. Alone with him.

"Alright. I understand, sir." Rafe glanced at Jack, then left the place. His car was waiting at the end of the trail, ready to take him back to town. But then he changed his mind. Jack's words gave him an idea. If he could frame Lexie now, why did he have to wait so long to do so? He's going to freak Wren out when he finds a video of Kaella's torture in his cell phone inbox tomorrow morning. And see what Wren will do to protect Lexie. Rafe smirked. Can't wait for tomorrow to come. Instead of returning to his magnificent mansion, Rafe decided to wait in one of the villas he had just bought an hour ago, not far from Wren's house.