Camara Novelas e Histórias

One time that Hestia was extra early in the Student Council office to set up the new cameras and bugs from Albert— a newer model that guarantees better quality and stealthy— Excami barged inside unannounced and she was in the middle of installing the last piece of camera on the top of the painting inside the office. “What are you doing Hestia? Are you reaching for something?” asked Excami with a cute face. Indeed, Hestia was startled for a little bit, it was not on her list of possibilities, but still, it was really unexpected. She replied, but with a stutter, “U- um, no- no. just doing some cleaning.” Excami only wowed in response. If not for the piece of cloth she was holding— where the ca

It became useless under pressure. Camilla typed calmly: Continue monitoring. Then deleted the entire conversation afterwards automatically due to habit. A soft knock sounded at the penthouse door. Camilla’s eyes sharpened instantly. “Enter.” One of Kai’s remaining intermediaries stepped inside carefully. He was not a direct practitioner. Merely a courier, but still useful.

Vespera questioned instantly and there was silence. "Miss Nightingale." The woman's voice came off slightly warmer and shaky. "I got your note." Vespera sighed. "I knew I couldn't be mistaken. I knew..." "Where are you?" Vespera rolled her eyes before rubbing her forehead. ▪︎▪︎▪︎ The café was on a side street in a residential district that had nothing to do with the entertainment industry. There were no industry faces or even cameras. It was a place that Vespera waa convenient coming to because no one would recognize either of them

She yelled as she stared at his message for over ten minutes. ‘hey’ Jeff eventually replied on collecting the phone and she fell to the bed. “What kind of name is Regenade?” Amy said as Jeff fell right beside her. “You used AmaP101 as yours. So dont even talk” He said to her as they both chuckled till he felt a buzz in his hands. Solomon: So who’s AmaP101? :) Amy had snatched the phone turning to her side- AmaP101: Who’s Solomon? And it was then she turned to Jeff. “Cruise” She said, having no idea that she will only soon begin to fall for whom she thought was a guy.

Terra pulled the trigger. The gun refused to fire as gunfire sounded from Jamie’s gun. Terra ducked and jumped behind one of the other vehicles, looking at the gun trembling slightly in her hands. Another shadow jumped behind the vehicle and Terra jumped and turned her gun on them quickly. Leo Carper held his hands up, his gun still tucked between his fingers, motioning surrender. She instantly dropped her gun and let out a deep sigh. “Carper! What are you doing here?” She demanded, keeping a sharp ear out for others approaching.

I say deflating in seconds. After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion

] wrote Seb sarcastically. "I was bored. I can disassemble a rifle and put it back together in 20 seconds," Mar bragged, "I bet I can remove that film in 2 minutes or less." "Riffle? Is that a kind of camera?" Asked Dorin, his hands moving inside the black developing bag. His friends stared at him. [It's a gun.] wrote Seb who had just finished his photo reel. "A gun?" the other asked again. "It is a long cylindrical weapon made of steel used in the military and in law enforcement." said Mar.

she answered and Chidi rolled her eyes. “Here we go again,” Chidi muttered sarcastically with an eye roll. Camper smirked as he heard what they had said. “I'm cute, huh. I guess I don't need Fiorella to be the mediator between this pretty girl and I,” he said to himself and rubbed his chin. He walked away towards the quarters and got to the entrance. He knocked and a minute later, Verona opened the door. “Camper,” she called at him. “Hey, pretty. Dakar wants you in his quarters right about now,” he hastily said and pointed his index finger downwards.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.