Camille Claudel Book Novels & Stories

I wasn’t fooled for a second. Because Camille wasn’t the type to clap unless she had something up her sleeve. Later that week, Clara pulled me aside with her usual dramatic flair. “So, rumor has it Camille’s been digging into your business,” she whispered. I frowned. “What business?” “You know… your personal business,” Clara said, widening her eyes meaningfully. “She got her hands on something about you. Something you probably don’t want out there.” As I heard those words, a chill ran through me. “Like what?”

Camille’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Yeah. If what we thought of is correct and it was Clarissa who killed her, then it is safe to assume that she didn’t use conventional means.” I explained. “And how exactly do we know she didn’t use conventional means?” Sarah asked. “Well, I spent a lot of time with her. She is not a conventional woman.” I simply said. “Ugh.” Camille sighed, “All this talk of murder and conspiracies is giving me a terrible headache.” She groaned in exhaustion, “Could we maybe call it a day? I am tired and need to desperately freshen up. I smell like paint.” She said,

Which made it a successful outing. Everywhere Selene looked, the kingdom was preparing for spring. Roads reopened, farmers returned to their fields, merchants welcomed travelers again, and anticipation lingered in the air. Back at the palace, Camille had expanded her list of targets. Hair. Jewelry. Books. Everything. Nothing was safe. Selene discovered this while attempting to read. Camille sat comfortably in her lap. For approximately ten seconds. Then one tiny hand grabbed her own foot. The baby looked as if considering it. Then attempted to put it in her mouth.

CLIP! CLOP! CLIP! CLOP! Aunt Camille was sitting happily in the Carriage while holding Erella on her lap. They were going to the capital to buy her new dresses for the ball. While traveling going to the capital, Aunt Camille kept on talking about the dresses she wanted to buy her but she was not responding because she was stupefied. She thought she will sit beside her, not on her lap. She returned to her senses when she felt Aunt Camille playing with her blonde hair.

She pulled Tim into a warm, familiar hug, and Tim responded with soft, continental kisses on her cheeks. "Cam, this is Chloe. Chloe Wellman," Tim said, his hand finding the small of Chloe's back—a gesture that felt like both a shield and a claim. "Chloe, this is Camille Laurent." Chloe took a breath, smoothed the invisible wrinkles of her emerald gown, and stepped forward with a wide, radiant smile. She took Camille’s hand, her grip firm yet elegant. "It is such an honour to finally meet you, Camille," Chloe said, her voice steady. "I was just admiring the depth of the shadows in your 'Midnight on the Seine' series. The way you captured the loneliness of the water... It’s haunting."

Camille marked her place in her book with her bookmark and sat it aside as she stood up. Scanning the books, she found the one she wanted. Bending down, she grabbed the bottom shelf and pulled it out. The next few shelves moved out also creating stairs. Climbing up she grabbed the black leather bound book and then climbed back down. A nudge from her bare foot had the shelves sliding back into place. Camille returned to her spot on the couch and handed over the book. Nessie looked at the book before opening it and seeing her mother’s great-grandmother’s name.

I felt a sharp tug on my elbow, and suddenly I was being steered toward the heavy velvet curtains of the sunroom, away from the prying eyes of the elite. "You look pale, Clara," Camille said, her voice dropping all the professional pretense the moment we were alone. "Is the morning sickness hitting you that hard? Or is it the guilt?" I pulled my arm back, smoothing the pink silk of my dress. "What do you want, Camille? Go back to counting the appetizers." She stepped into my space, smelling of expensive smoke and malice. She was taller than me in her heels, looking down at me with a smirk that told me she’d already won the game.

Clide said I nodded my head immediately. I scroll into the computer again to find something that could lead me where I can find Henry and my one in Only Earth. I couldn't even Think of eating because I am too very busy while Clide was busy tracking Camille. He was eating instant noodles in a cup while doing that. He kept on asking me as well if I wanted to but I just ignored him but when he shouted that he already found Camille was staying I stood up and maybe I will try to look at it.

Then I said, “I don’t know what I think. Harley reached across the desk and squeezed my hand once. “Whatever it is, you’ll survive it. Preferably while looking expensive.” I smiled weakly. Thank you.” I turned toward my computer mostly to escape the conversation before I started crying in office clothes. I opened the browser. And froze. The headline sat there like a slap. MADAM CLARISSE RETURNS TO THE CITY AFTER SOME TIME ABROAD. My blood ran cold. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. Harley noticed instantly. “What?” I didn’t answer. “Camilla?” I pointed at the screen. She came around my desk.