Cameron Frye Novels & Stories

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

"Now is not a good time-" Just then, Leo took a deep inhalation. By the stony expression on his face, I’d guess he’d matched the scents. "Why not? You don't look busy?" he replied. "She doesn't want to talk to you," Leo said, stepping slowly closer. "Sorry who are you and what the fuck are you doing with my girl?" Cameron asked. My eyes widened. Oh god, oh god. I prayed for hell not to break loose but I heard Leo take a deep breath as every muscle in his body tensed.

Just thinking about those amber eyes that glowed against smooth skin of varying shades of blue had Camille's heart rate quickening. "So did you meet anyone besides Heather?" Charlotte asked as they waited to be let out of the ark. "Donnie." Camille nodded. "And someone called Kal." "Kal?" Camille nodded. "He's a...a Draygonian. A lieutenant I think." "Oh Kal!" Charlotte's face brightened with realisation before she smiled. "I know Kal, he's really cool and so is his friend Sid. Bit of a player that one though which is probably better than what their other friend, Jag, is."

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

Cameron Well since Cailee and Katelynn have been reunited. It was decided that they should have a girls night just to get to know each other since they lost our own so much. Then I decided that me and the rest of the men should have a boys night. So, I mind linked my Beta Carlos and Gamma Juan asking them if they would like to go camping, since Cailee was having a girls night.

Solmyra said without turning to him. “Yes,” Maeron murmured. “And her mate draws near.” “Will you stop them?” Maeron didn’t answer right away. He closed his eyes and let the wind carry fragments of thoughts into him. He wasn’t born a man. He wasn’t even born a being. He was created, twisted from broken pieces of other warriors and creatures who had once worshipped the moon and bled for it. He didn’t fear pain. He didn’t fear war. But this time, something different tugged at his chest. He could sense the power inside Serena growing. A lunar blessing like hers was rare. Dangerous.

She opened the metal pin cemented into the floor to release the arm chains that held him flat to the floor and grunted as she pushed the large male onto his back. He was very tall and had to weigh at least two hundred sixty pounds or so. She tried hard not to gawk at his wide chest or the fact that he didn’t have on any clothes.

Freya lowered the camera slightly, her lips curving in quiet satisfaction. “Perfect,” she murmured to herself. She had been on the sidelines the entire match, she was North Fall University’s Creative Arts department year 2 student. The Sports Department knew her name, so did most of campus. Freya Woods didn’t miss moments, she captured them. Her short curls framed her face in soft rebellion, bouncing as she moved. She wore ripped black jeans and an oversized hoodie that was accessorized, camera strap slung across her chest. At nineteen, she was doing well for herself.

He is just my best friend, I should be grateful that he still regards me, as one, even after I left him for three years. "Hey, you don't want to corrupt your eyes, do you?" I heard that voice, so I turned, I stared at him blankly. "Idiot! You should introduce yourself to her, I am Alex Jason, Cameron's best friend and he is Sutton Ramsey, the saint among the sinners." He said pointing to the first boy, who spoke to me, I ran my eyes on him, which meant he was the one, Cameron wanted for me, he was not bad, he was way handsome too