Rafe Cameron Season 2 Novels & Stories

I don't believe in happy ever afters Fairy godmothers don't exist But the devil exists, The mention of his name enough to make you bow Red eyes, short horns, perfect body, wicked smile And he's going to destroy me. **** I have two plans; Finish high school whilst keeping a low profile, Avoid the Alpha Sadly, it didn't go well, now I have a wish, more like a prayer. I hope he doesn't remember the girl from years ago. I'm back in town, and he isn't releasing me from his grasp. He wants revenge and trust me, not even my guardian angel can stop him. *** I'm the Alpha and this is my territory. You go against my rule?? Never expect what's going to befall you. When you hear my name, Karl Woverine, Run as fast as your legs would carry you. I have a rule, the most important one. Mercy is for the weak. And I'm certainly not about to show mercy to a peasy girl. *** "You are hiding something little doll. I see it in your eyes, I hear it in your voice, and I feel it from your body. I'm going to find out what that is, and trust me, I always get what I want. "

Raven had lived the best life she could in the Black Moon pack. With an adoring mate and twin pups, she has never doubted they could face anything together as a couple or as a pack. Until war was declared. After having left her side to join the enemy, her mate Rafe has now returned to her and brings the news that the enemy is dead. With that news the council believes there is no longer a threat of war. Raven knows better. Something is not right with Rafe or the world outside their pack. Beginning a journey that will forever change her, secrets are now unfolding, and sides are shifting. She doesn’t know what to believe anymore. In a race against time to save her mate and stop this war, Raven accepts that when it comes to love and peace, there are no lengths one wouldn’t go to, to win.

The season has finally come, the season of the ritual of the moon, the only season the omegas are given the chance to scent their mate, the season that lightens their souls. Aqua is one of the omegas, she's been molested kicked, head, attacked, and rejected, but her only strength was the ritual of the moon, the ritual that will bring her mate to her, the only strength that kept her going is finding her mate, who will stand by her and love her. "I Alpha Zethro reject you Aqua as my mate, curse the mouth you use to spout out mate" However Aqua's little fantasy has once again been shattered above repair, her hope has been stepped on. In the seek for power Aqua agreed to be a sec slave to the strongest and most feared Alpha named Rudolfo "Will Alpha Rudolfo and Aqua be more than Alpha and slave?" "What happens when Alpha Zethro comes back to claim Aqua?"

After a divorce from her billionaire husband following the return of his first love, Lana is left heartbroken, and confused,but also determined to get her father’s company from the hands of Andre and his family. With no one and nothing to fall back to, Lana decides to move to a new city far from Andre and his family. But the new life is more challenging than she thought, especially as a new and single mother. But Lana is determined to make things work for her and for her children. In her pursuit of a better life Lana runs into Cameron - a former college friend and love interest. Meeting Lana again after years of being apart reignites lost feelings in Cameron and he vows to win her love in any way he can even if it means fighting her enemies with her and helping her recover what she had lost. Will Lana, with the help of Cameron, recover her father’s company and finally accept his feelings for her or will she realize the honesty of her ex-husband’s feelings and finally forgive him?

Tobias Ashford, the self made Billionaire, slept with Hazel Cameron, an unusual Stripper in a drunken night and now she was fixed on making him take responsibility for stealing her virginity.

"Don't you love this?" Isobel asked, undoing his pants. Cameron raised her up, pushing her ass on the table. He checked the bottom drawer and realised they were out of condoms. Completely mesmerised, he breath. "We can't do this. You don't want to get pregnant." She leaned closer to his body till her braless tits fell on his chest and her lips touched his ears. "I did something." She whispered. "Won't be giving birth for three months." She said. Cameron shifted back, taking his time to look in her eyes. He wanted to be sure she understood what she had done and was ready for it. Isobel smiled, need masqueraded her eyes. "Are you sure?" She nodded. Dipping her hand in his pants. She gasped as her hand fisted his, thick, hard dick. "I want this." "Good." Cameron said, taking his shirt off. "Because I'm going to fuck you." He roared and that instant, her dress ripped open. She enjoyed the sound of the tear. She enjoyed being vulnerable and naked in front of him. Her nipples hardened and his tongue enveloped it. "You're mine. And I'll make you remember that. Every. Damn. Time." "I know." She whispered, unable to think. Her hand roamed around his body till she felt his gun. Isobel gasped. Cameron held her little fingers, reading the look on her face. He stopped and pulled out without taking his eyes off her body. He spread her legs wide for him. She's so beautiful. That pussy is his. Cameron loaded the gun with a bullet and cocked it. Isobel flinched. The mouth of the gun grazed her pussy in ways she enjoyed. She moaned, biting her lips. He was fucking her with his gun. This is her dream come true.

Jae-hun, a cold and skilled undercover agent, infiltrates the dangerous world of the Italian mafia. But when he crosses paths with Rafael “Rafe” Bianchi, the ruthless and magnetic mafia boss, lines between duty and desire blur. Dominance, secrets, and forbidden attraction ignite a deadly game neither can resist.

I went through 100 hormone shots for him—just to finally get pregnant. Five years begging those shots to work—all for Rafe Morello. The Don with ice in his veins... but also the guy who used to wipe sweat off my forehead in the middle of the night. Everyone thought we were goals. Then I handed over my lab results, and the nurse paused, blinking up at me. "Sorry, what's your relationship to Rafe Morello? There's already a pregnancy under his wife's name." I froze. Carmela Vitale. His dead brother's wife. Spouse listed: Rafe Morello. Breathing? Suddenly optional. No tears. No drama. I just slid off my ring and tucked it into my bag. Then I called the number buried at the bottom of my drawer. My voice? Freakishly calm. "Yeah. Three days. Pick me up." It wasn't about revenge. I left because I finally got it—some people, you gotta cut loose if you ever wanna stop bleeding. Three days later, he walked into a silent bedroom. On the nightstand: my wedding ring, the signed divorce papers, and a copy of the ultrasound. He sat on the floor and just... kept rubbing that ring. Regret doesn't knock. It floods. And that night, it drowned every lie he thought he could get away with. That was when he finally figured it out—love could wreck a person worse than hate ever could.

I married Rafe Maretti—the man who owned the Maretti Casino empire. Sophisticated, ruthless, but sinfully charming. By year three of our marriage, I introduced my little sister to his nephew, Adam Moretti—twenty-five, all sharp smiles and sharper ambition. He ran the dirtier side of the family’s business—arms, drugs, the kind of trade that dripped blood and money in equal parts. I married the powerful, irresistible uncle. She married the young, dangerous nephew. It was supposed to be our fairytale. Then one day, I got kidnapped in Rafe’s casino. Snatched by a rival mafia family desperate to force Rafe to sign over one of his biggest, most profitable casinos. Except Rafe didn’t answer the phone or even notice I was gone. The kidnappers grew impatient. First, it was slaps. Then punches. Then they shattered my leg and buried a knife in my stomach. Still no word from my husband. Until finally, after what felt like a hundred unanswered calls, a single message came through. "I’m with Bianca. She’s having a stomach. Stop calling." Once the kidnappers realized I had no value, they dumped me in a rotting warehouse like discarded luggage. It was Isla, my sister, who found me. She got me out. And then the brakes failed. The car spun out. Isla went unconscious beside me. I tried calling Adam. Isla’s husband. But as soon the call went through, all I could hear was. “Leave me along. Isla, I am in the middle of something here.” When I clearly heard a woman’s voice in the back. If not for a passing stranger, Isla and me wouldn’t have made it to the hospital, let along have survived. So when I opened my eyes again, the first thing I thought was: I’m divorcing that sorry bastard. The Maretti can go to hell.

IIsabella and Terrassa have been running from their father Don Ricardo for years in fear of being killed . Only to figure out that it's been Don Ricardo Cameron doing all of it.