Cameron Frye Novels & Stories

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.

“But thanks for asking.” His mouth tensed and the friendly light cooled in his green eyes. “I see. Fine. Go. I have to update reports.” He turned to head in the opposite direction and strode away. “I do too much damn paperwork,” he grumbled before disappearing around a corner. Cameras are watching me, Ellie remembered, resisting the urge to sprint down the hallway. She strolled casually to 416’s cell as if she didn’t have a care in the world. At least she hoped that was the appearance she gave.

Flynn hasn't left yet so I let him get out of the car to meet everyone. "Amy! I'm glad you're back!" Freya hugged me so tight that I was not glad at all. Max was right, she suddenly changed. She then jumped back to Max's arm grabbing it so tight. I can't help but look at it as Max placed his hand on hers as well. "Thanks for welcoming me, guys. By the way, this is my boyfriend, Flynn Harris. He's a doctor in California. And babe, these are my friends. Miles, Kade, Freya, and Marco."

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

Freya’s P.O.V I was nervous, but excited at the same time as I got out of the car with Sarah in toe. Sarah had gotten herself a new car last week, so she could ride to and from school alone. Today, I was the first passenger that she had driven beside her and that too on a special occasion. Today was Cameron’s match against the Portland High Football Team. And he had invited me specially to watch the match. It would’ve been better if any of the wolves were beside me, but almost everyone was going to be on the field. Cameron, Alex as well as all the cheerleaders.

Sexually. I reach the small cabin which is built of glass outside the CEO's massive cabin. I see two telephones, a printer, and a fax machine on the table. I decorate my new table with the Hotwheels car, a dog's photo frame, ashtray, and the playboy swimsuit calendar. Yay! I see a file lying on the desk with the title, "Non-Disclosure Agreement." Which instantly clicks in my head, Christian Grey! Is Ryan into BDSM, wait that's why he chose me as his secretary? Does he know who I am?

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Her face glowed with joy. My anger faltered, melting away as I knelt down to her level. “Oh, baby, that’s beautiful. Look how gentle you are. It trusts you. It's standing on your finger.” Liam crouched beside me, his arm brushing mine. He smiled at our daughter, his voice soft. “You're making the butterfly feel safe. This is why she wants to stand on your finger, and she trusts that you're not going to hurt it.” Anastasia giggled, beaming between us. “Do you think that it's a she or he? I really want it to be a she, but I wouldn't mind it being a he as long as it trusts me.”

“The child she…” “The child is hers, and though you have donated the sperm, I wouldn’t consider a fucking thief the legal father.” He said, stopping the man. Elijah let out a low growl, and Dean glared at him before he tensed. I knew that things could end up getting dirtier than we wanted them to be. However, Dean didn’t have the chance to react as Irina cried out. I frowned in confusion before turning to face her. Her eyes were wide and she put a hand on her stomach.