Novel & Cerita Rafe X Reader

Ninety two *Freya* Rafe looked so vulnerable lying there, his handsome face unnaturally pale, dark lashes fanned out against his sculpted cheekbones. Tears prickled my eyes as I stared at him. I'd always found him breathtaking, but now, with the knowledge of what he'd risked for me, what he'd sacrificed, he'd never seemed more beautiful. Or more beyond my reach. Rafe was everything I'd ever wanted. Strong, brave, compassionate. A true leader who inspired loyalty in all those around him. His people adored him, and with good reason. He always put their needs before his own.

a plain, simple office. Still, I'm curious. I wander over to the bookshelves, surprised to see how many books Rafe has - he never struck me as much of a reader - but his collection is wide and varied. There's an entire shelf full of classic novels. Another of photography and art books. There's a section devoted to mechanical skills, another full of books on fitness, weight-training, and other similar pursuits. The more I look, the more interesting the books become - next to the atlases and travel guides are books on astronomy and space travel. Beside the books on filmmaking are biographies of famous people from all walks of life - not just Hollywood types but also philosophers, scientists, a

Saraya stared in shock. "Close your mouth, Honey Bee," Raf said, lifting her chin gently. "You’re terrible. It means you knew everything I thought in all those months I was here?" Saraya asked, horrified. Raf nodded playfully. "You…," Saraya face-palmed in embarrassment. Raf laughed and embraced her. "Don’t be embarrassed. I may read thoughts, but I don’t do it all the time. I know how to respect privacy, especially my mate’s," Raf said, kissing her head.

She knew what she wanted and not. "Babe, I already know the truth," she stated. "You don't have to pretend and play dumb around. Look," she paused. "I know where did I go wrong and I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. You're a nice man, Royal. Reliable and can be trusted. If you will give me another chance, we can work this thing out." The difference between Ria and Raphaela was their dependency on me. Ria could decide on her own but Raphaela would always run to me even if she didn't need anything. She made me her own superhero. And in that matter, I had always felt like a man.

“It is. That's why not all people meet their bounds and not all people who meet their bounds marry them either.” “I hope I meet my bound,” Raf drawled his speech, eyes struggling to stay open. Anne could see that he was about to fall asleep, she slowed down her strokes on his hair and tried to stay still just until he fell asleep. “I'm sure you will.” Raf yawned. “But mother, is father your bound?” “No, he's not.” “I figured,” Raf slurred. Anne smiled, strokes slowing to a final stop. “Why would you say that?”

That's all he said then turned me away. Lora and I were left looking at Rock walking back to the people he was talking to earlier. "Hmm…" I looked at Lora. "Why?" "Who are you?" "I'm Raffi." "How are you Mr. Rock Redwood?" "Friend?" Because I don't know if it's okay for this kid to tell who I am or not. "Friend? Girlfriend?" "No!" I immediately answered because I am not his girlfriend. "You know, stop stalking Mr. Rock Redwood."

Rafe studied the shared map. “We strike as she’s finishing the migration,” he said. “Before she bolts every hatch. My ghosts ride her update channels; I dig as far into core stacks as your pretty wiring lets me. You and your chosen few go for internal touchpoints we agree on. He—” he jabbed a finger at a far‑off region where Kael’s symbol pulsed dimly on a stolen feed “—can rattle the outside whether he knows it or not.” “He doesn’t know,” Lys said.

His attention was fully absorbed by a newspaper, its text written in a language that was beyond my understanding. "Japanese?" The word escaped my lips in a hushed murmur. At that moment, I was reminded of Rafe's wealthy background. His access to limitless resources for acquiring knowledge - a trait he shared with Faghri, who seemed to have an understanding of virtually everything. My curiosity piqued, I approached Rafe. "What are you reading?" I inquired, eager to gain some insight into his current preoccupation. Rafe put down the newspaper and fixed his gaze on me. A quiet intensity in his eyes.

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.

I feel a friction between my thighs, and I press them together, my back arching off the bed and my fingers gripping the duvet tightly. Rafe crawls into the bed, sits beside me with his dark eyes fixed on my breasts. He doesn’t touch—just stares at them like they’re art in a museum. Like he's trying to figure out something with them. Then his hands reach out, and he circles round the tip with his long nails. “Hmmm,” I gasp, his touch sending a jolt down to my clit. I squeeze my eyes closed, my breasts swelling. Oh… fuck.