Rafe X Reader Novels & Stories

~ (Raziel) I was basking in the warm sunlight, admiring the vibrant greenery of my newly planted shrubs, when Raphael's urgent mind link shattered the serenity of the moment. The familiar sensation of his mental touch was like a silver wave crashing over me, and I could sense the desperation emanating from him. His words tumbled into my mind, laced with a sense of panic. "I know this is going to sound insane, but I'm really in a bind and could use your guys' help... like right now."

“I guess you can just call me…dad. If that’s okay with you.” Marigold stares at him for a long moment and then nods once, turning her eyes back to the book in mom’s hands, clearly wanting more of that. But mom, I laugh to see, is crying too hard now to continue reading. She laughs along with me – we all do – as she sets the book down in Marigold’s lap and wipes at her cheeks with her palms. “They’re all messy, Marigold,” Rafe says on a sigh, laughing and picking up the book as the little girl turns to him. “Here, let me continue this, though I’m not going to be as good at the voices as she was.”

I took the correspondence and went to find Rafe. He was where I had expected him to be — not in the inn, not in the Council building, but in the precise middle distance between the two, in the covered market that ran along the lower city's main street, standing at a bookseller's stall with a volume open in his hands and the expression of a man who has found something that interests him and is taking his time with the finding.

He flipped the page to the next, lifting his sexy arm. “Do I have something on my face?” Rafe’s voice echoed, startling me. My face went crimson. I wet my dry lip with my tongue, but I didn’t like how I behaved. I was literally salivating over the man. I shook my head to get back to reality. Rafe was now coming over, carrying two documents. He put them on the coffee table in front of me. I averted my attention back to the folder. “Are we working right now? Is this about PeekFlix? I thought Carter was my boss,” I managed to joke.

Killian took out his phone from his pocket. "Killian," I murmured his name as a warning not to try to piss Rafe off. "Is there something you want, my love?" Killian shifted his focus to me. "No, not at all, go ahead." "Miserable huh?" Rafe asked with a raising eyebrow. "Anyways, you're right after all. My email is RafeOrton99 at g***l.com. Send it straight to my P****l." Some minutes later with Killian on his phone tapping and clicking, a notification sound was heard from...that should be Rafe's phone.

Rafe knew she was teasing him now. "Just wait for me, Chelsea. I will return back home and will pull you in my lap and spank this little bubble ass of yours and that sweet pussy between your legs and you will be so wet and begging for me to fuck you and then I will fuck you so hard that you will faint". Rafe said and he knew her breath hitching at his promises. He saw bubbles appear on the screen, disappeared and then appeared again until he got the message from her. "I will be waiting for you on the door with that little white dress you like and no panties on. Goodbye". If Rafe was fire, Chelsea was explosive that burnt his soul and if he had any erection left to leave his cok painfully ach

Jax asked him. "Well I found Rita in my study." "Okay and?" Jax questioned. "She was in there reading a book." "so?" "Jax, she was reading a book. Since when did she like reading books, history books for that matter." "Look Rafaele, I just think you are over reacting about this. Maybe she has decided to live a better life, shouldn't you be happy for her?" "I still think something is suspicious Jax" "Relax man and stop overthinking things." Jax told him.

“I will tell you the same thing I told Galen when I met him earlier today. I have the gift of reading minds. Please shield your thoughts from me. And no, Sophia and I are not lovers.” Rachel was mortified, and she felt her cheeks turn red. Galen did not mention that interesting little fact. “I’m sorry, I was just curious. I sensed your closeness when you arrived. You surely know I have certain gifts myself.” Stefano smiled, pulling the scones towards him. “I know, Rachel. You have gifts of second sight, intuition and you can see the dead, as clearly as you see me now. I investigated you. I have an entire folder on you in my office.”

Rafe was a werewolf. She was still in disbelief as he approached her. He was bleeding from his chest. He looked her in the face, kissed her forehead and fainted. Rafe was a werewolf. What?!!!!

I stare at the black screen of her phone for a moment, then shake my head once. “Not yet.” Rafe raises an eyebrow. “Oh?” He slides the device completely into the Faraday sleeve but leaves it unsealed. “So we’re playing?” “I want him to feel at ease. Let him think he's in control.” Rafe studies me intently now. “Comfortable men tend to make messy mistakes.” “You understand.” He nods slowly, then disconnects the wand and begins to pack away the cables with calm efficiency. Once he’s finished, he snaps the case shut but doesn’t get up right away. Instead, he looks at me with an expression that borders on curiosity.