Cameron 10 Things I Hate Novels & Stories

He wondered. Cameron shrugged and reached for the shampoo. “I guess it shouldn’t be weird. I mean, I raise animals, kill them, and eat them,” he said frowning as he rubbed the soap into his hair. “And taking blood from one of you, isn’t weird, it’s sexy…” He added. “But, drinking from a stranger… It tasted better than from the bags,” he tilted his head back into the spray to rinse off the soap, using the excess to rub over his chest, circling the piercings there which he had finally let Rhett heal for him during their sex the evening before. “But I think I prefer to eat microwaved blood. It just… wasn’t right.”

“Aw, dad, I understand Julian had bruised your ego so greatly after sleeping with the love of your life and getting your daughter pregnant." Mr. Parker bristled in anger. “SANDRA!" She smirked. “Isn't it funny. I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred... hatred cradles you.”

Mom responded, having tears in her eyes. 'That Man' they are talking about is none other than Curtis Massimo, the devil himself, he is one of the most wanted criminals aka Mafia who have hands in all types of illegal businesses and unfortunately, also my fiancee, I hate everything about him, Yet, I got one thing straight that he is not someone whom you like to have around especially when he is in his bad-tempered he never sees or thinks twice before murdering someone. Once, he killed a waitress because she doesn't bring dessert on time for me when he took me out for a date. He has no heart! Surviving that date is nothing less than an achievement. At least for me because I needed to watch eve

It was common knowledge who her father was a corrupt politician that dug his own grave by working for minataur. Raven's pov I saw red at Seth's words.white hot blinding rage that consumed every fiber of my being. My eyes a blood chilling red. That was a low blow talking about my family was always the one way to set me off. Luke warned me about letting my emotions getting the best of me. " you must be cool and detached not letting your enemies getting you to react' don't fear those that boast but fear the calm the calm don't need to boast because the calm already knows what there going to do".

It boils my blood. I’m annoyed because I liked Victoria for her strong-independent-attitude, but she then fell in love with that Nixon guy and she just let her pride be stepped. Gosh! She almost has it all! Why, of all things, would she want the love of that bastard Nixon? Duh! “Ciara, come down! We’re eating.”, I heard my mom shouted from the dining area, so I grabbed the book that I threw a while ago and then went down.

5:30pm. “Ziyah it's time to go to work, tell me about Cameron on the way, will you?” “Cameron is the third son of the king of the seven hells realm. He was the most intelligent out of his older brothers but he had so many flaws. He couldn't talk to people without stuttering, he also didn't make a lot of friends because of his low confidence. He was raised by his birth mother -some servant girl- so he wasn't able to grow his self esteem, he was used to apologizing for what he didn't do wrong so even after he was given a better life with a title he couldn't cope so he was quickly overlooked.” I sighed.

There was a recent post that I did not share on social media. Camden read the article and was astonished by what it contained. I knew what I had written. "If only I could die. Camden would be happy, and I don't need to seek redemption anymore. I regret loving him with such passion. All I have left for him is hate." "She hates me!" Camden could not stop thinking about this. He kept repeating those words. Camden could not stop muttering about how I hated him. Why should I not hate him? Camden fell apart. That was when Lynn came knocking at his door. She must have found out about my death and could not help feeling happy about it.

I just couldn't afford returning home without a job. "Well welcome aboard!" He exclaimed and slipped my file in his drawer close by. With a wry smile, I stood up and thanked him. I was to return the next day. I felt like screaming for joy, or let me say pain. Teaching was the worst job ever for me. It was my second list after detective. I wondered why I hated working, but I just had to right, this is the 21st century, and we've got to struggle to survive but to me, this wasn't what I wanted. As I cat walked, I came across a grocery shop and I hopped in. I was going to sponsor today's meal with those horrible neighbors because I got the job. They more like agents fixing people with works and

She adjusts the black fur on her shoulders with her black glove clad arms. “Hi mom.” Damien walks down the stairs and gives his mom a peck on her cheeks. “You both should watch the news, I was so worried sick, that's why I decided to come over.” The wrinkle lines on her face creases in worry. The clop of her heels echo on the tiled floor as she walks toward the white plush sofa to pick the remote. She sits and turns on the TV. “It's his funeral today.” “The grim reaper gave us a warning.”