Camille Roberts Novels & Stories

kamur replied with a grin on his face. "Hope you haven't done anything stupid because you have been really scarce" Amir said "Well I saw you sneaking into a room, seems you should be asking yourself that question" kamur said Amir wasn't shocked that kamur was aware of his movement kamur was a very vigilant man. He always knew she happened around him even with his eyes closed . "Well I .... " Amir was cut short when Keon badged in on them. Kamur was indeed shocked act the how he'd come in unannounced and his first instinct was to defend Amir. So he prevented Keon from moving any further.

"No assistant or personal driver. He leaves through the service basement and takes a standard yellow cab. He returns exactly forty-three minutes later, every single week." Camille didn't wait for a response. She stepped away, her heels clicking softly as she melted back into the conservatory exit. The scent of antiseptic hung in the private wing of the hospital room. Robert looked smaller beneath the white sheets than he had forty-eight hours ago. His breathing was shallow, the cardiac monitor ticking steadily beside him, but the fierce light in his gray eyes remained. Bianca sat beside the bed and took his frail hand in hers. "You look tired, my dear," Robert said, his voice a gravelly whis

Jalen’s POV “Hey, there’s Kendall,” I said to Talia, nodding toward my frat brother across the room. Her eyes followed mine, scanning the crowd until they landed on the woman standing next to him. Her jaw dropped. “Fuck, Jalen. That’s Camille Eubanks. The Camille. Number one supermodel in the damn world.” I smirked. “Yeah, and Kendall’s wife. Come on, let’s say hi.” “Wait,” she hissed, yanking at her dress and fussing with her hair. “Let me fix myself. I’m not meeting a supermodel looking basic.”

I reached for one of the blooming camellias by the hedge, fingers brushing the delicate petals when a shadow fell beside me. “Don’t,” a voice said. I turned sharply. Nolan. He stood with his hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. “Don’t what?” I asked, more clipped than I meant to sound. “I doubt that there should be a rule for me touching flower puzzles. Or is that against your rules as well, Alpha?”

Yes, this is a family matter, so the fewer people who know, the better. “You’re awake,” Robert comments, giving me a once-over. I try to contain my anger, but the narrow-eyed look he gives me tells me my aura hasn’t stayed put. “How do you feel?” he asks, ignoring my anger. Classic Robert, always trying to be the diplomat of the family, trying to make me see reason. “Wolfsbane? Really?” I retort, raising an eyebrow. Even though I have the poison in my system, King is already awake, pacing in my mind and on edge with what’s happened.

She answered. Chantelle, I need you to get ready for the party. "Don't tell me you've forgotten that today's is Damien birthday". Rosemary said. "No ma'ma I can't forget" . Chantelle said. We're expecting visitors in a few hours, and there's a lot to do." Chantelle looks up from the floor, her hands covered in soap suds. "What do you need me to do?" she asks. Her aunty continues, "You need to vacuum the living room, mop the kitchen floor, and set the table for dinner. " I believe you can handle that cause you've been doing it for years now". Rosemary said. I think the work will be much for me, please I'll be needing help. Chantelle said. "Will you shut it". Rosemary said. We've been feeding,

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

Vincent shifted beside me, his usual bravado replaced with a tense silence. “Ah,” Cobalt murmured suddenly, his eyes widening as he stopped typing. “What is it?” I asked, my voice edged with impatience. Cobalt turned the laptop screen toward me, revealing a series of phone records linked to Camille. “She’s been making frequent calls to someone. Not Nathan.” I frowned. “Who?” “Gerald Sauveterre,” Cobalt replied, his voice tinged with surprise. “Ring any bells?”

Camille Hunt is creepy. How the fùck does she know about the skeletons everyone hides in their closet? How the fùck does she know about Vanessa being a drug dealer? She's stuck in a wheelchair and I'm sure she doesn't go out much so how come she knows everyone's deepest darkest secrets? Camille pours some wine into her glass and takes a small sip. "Yes." She smiles. "Damien's ex is a drug dealer. I was just as shocked as you when I found out."

"There were several small tents scattered over the campgrounds, some fires set up and washing lines. Nothing that seemed out of the ordinary but then I zoomed in on one seriously large tent that was set up in the centre of the camp and seemed like the main part of the area. There were wolves constantly walking in and out of there." "Still sounds like every Rogue site that I've seen before," Robbie grunts and I want to slap him upside his head for being an insensitive dick head right now. It's clear to see that Ryan is struggling with what he's telling us and he doesn't need to be rushed so quickly. Of course, as much as Robbie is being a dick right now, I know that he will apologize once he