Cameron Bright Movies Novels & Stories

Cameron repeated, louder and with an edge. “Your daddy doesn’t like it when I show you scary movies,” Sidney finally replied. “Daddy just doesn’t like scary movies.” “Also true.” “Please!” Cameron sat up straight and opened his eyes wide at his mother. Sidney smiled, helpless. “OK, bud,” she said, “but not a really scary one.” “Yes!” Cameron threw his fists into the air. He popped up from the couch and moved to snatch a box of lo mein and a set of chopsticks. He nestled back on the couch cushion as Sidney summoned the movie on the flatscreen.

"Mo-" I stopped in my tracks when I saw mother talking to a fine man that reminded me of–was it Superman? She giggled a few times and they were both oblivious of my presence. Slowly, I backed out and rushed to Cameron's room. "Cammie, guess what?" I pushed his door open and saw Cameron on the bed like he was dead–I gasped. There were pills everywhere with a bottle of alcohol and–was that marijuana? My chest heaved and tears bucketed down from my eyes when I saw his rumpled sheets soaked in what I assumed to be blood.

Cameron said and rolled his eyes. He stood up to close the blinds, Morana looked at the dark gray blinds and smiled. The orange glow of sunset filled escaped through the middle bathing her face, slowly, she felt a pang of sadness fill my heart. ‘Where is mate?'’ Hontas whimpered. Looking towards Cameron Morana tensed and sat up. Cameron looked slightly annoyed as he watched the tv, his focus away from me as he looked at the remote. "You're my beta." she said in a small voice. Cameron looked at her with a smile and nodded his head, "Who do you take orders from?" she asked and raised an eyebrow.

I looked briefly at Cameron and suddenly got stuck on what I should describe him as. Instantly understanding what had happened, he jumped in to save the situation, snatching the reporter’s hand from mine in an unsuspecting manner. He replied before the host could get a grab, making it quick with a soft landing such that it seemed to go with the flow. “Business associate, Cameron Myers.” The presenter adjusted her glasses, getting a better look at Cameron. “You are Cameron Myers? Of Black Bricks?” she asked, half holding her breath. “Yes. The Cameron Myers of Black Bricks Conglomerate.” He boasted, but got a much more unexpected reaction from the presenter. The presenter squeezed his hands, m

“Who exactly are you?” Adrian studied him for a long beat. Then, slowly, his expression shifted. Recognition bloomed. “Ah.” he said softly. “So that’s who you are.” Cameron stilled. I felt it through the bond - something sharp and dangerous surfacing. “You know him.” I said. “Yes.” Cameron replied, eyes never leaving Adrian. “Unfortunately.” Adrian inclined his head. “Cameron Blackwood. Last I heard, you were dead.” “Rumors.” Cameron said.

As she stepped aside and let me in, I took a deep breath. "The man we just arrested was the wrong man, Bri," I breathed, then hesitated, unsure of how to say my next words. "The killer…it’s Cameron." Her eyes widened in shock and she staggered back, gripping the doorframe. "My brother? Are you nuts? Cameron is dead! You're sick Nathan, truly fucking sick! " I shook my head, “In a way, I wish to fuck I was wrong. But I’m not, Bri. Cameron’s not dead.”

I said it questioningly "I don't know, but he's hot as fuck. He's as hot as your brother and you too. He looks a lot like you and a little bit of your brother. Well he's very hot. It's going to be a tough year. We've got three hot guys in one year. What the fuck?.... You should see it" said Camelia as she Cameron and I grab my hands to head towards the crowd

“Yeah. Just… caught me off guard.” Before she could press, a voice broke through the noise. “Vivian?” I turned to see Cameron Bello weaving through the crowd toward us. He looked sharper than when I’d last seen him at his mother’s shop—navy blazer, open-collar shirt, camera slung casually around his shoulder like it belonged there. His smile was easy, disarming. “Cameron,” I greeted, surprised. “You’re here?” “Wouldn’t miss it,” he said, sweeping a hand toward the displays. “My idol’s work is featured tonight.”

THREE DAYS LATER Sitting at the waiting room, Cameron, Renata, Mr. Ferrer and the kids were waiting for Diego, who was with Camilla in the room. Doctors couldn’t do anything else for her. She was in her last moments. It was like the same Camilla wanted to give up on her own life. The same doctors had said the shot in her shoulder hadn’t been something that could provoke her death. It was more like she wanted to rest. Renata, Mr. Ferrer and Tita had already come in. When Diego came out, he made a signal for Cameron to come in. Cameron wiped away her tears and took her son’s hand. True colors were showing slowly.

"You're gonna pay for that you wh*re. If you're gonna play rough, so will I." Cami came back into my view, smiling evilly. "You must take me for a fool," she spat at me. "But I'm smarter than you take me for, and I will take what's mine." "Leo isn't yours!" I shrieked, fighting the tight grip of Jeremiah. "And he isn't yours either…Amber Mariah Brook!" Cami shouted proudly. H-h-how did she… Cami cackled maniacally as she waltzed towards the doorway. She cheered, "Have fun with the slut gentleman. She's a maid. I'm sure she's used to bending over to do the dirty work!"