Camille Roberts Novels & Stories

Vic reached out, pulling the lock off the gate, breaking it off completely. “I really feel bad for doing that every year.” He chuckled. “Don’t. I’m sure they don’t mind.” We made our way into the cemetery and walked amongst the headstones. There was a funeral procession to our right and my heart clenched. Walking over the road that wove through the cemetery, we made our way to the north corner. There was a large headstone, twice as long as most of them, and I leaned down in front of it. Brushing away some of the leaves, I ran my hands over the inscriptions. First was Lucas Roberts; father, husband, son, friend. My name was next and I barely touched it, brushing over my sons name. Ares Robert

The screen showed Camille, seated in front of a fireplace, makeup smudged, voice steady but raw. “They want to pin it all on me. Fine. I’ll wear it. But know this—Belmont needed a villain because it didn’t have the stomach to face the truth. The land deals? The payoffs? The offshore accounts? I didn’t invent that system. I just played it better.” “And as for Jeff Ortega—he was never my puppet. He was my partner. He just changed dance partners.” My blood turned to ice. “Ask Demi,” Camille continued, gaze boring into the camera. “Ask her what she’ll do now that her hero has cracks.”

"Let go you damned bitch!!!" My lips curved slightly, it seemed like the negotiation phase didn't go as Miss Camille had planned. Interesting....... Irina forcefully pushed Camille further, closer to the edge, her intentions clear as it was as evident - She wanted to push the latter off the roof. For such a delicate figure, Irina seemed to have a whole lot of energy. But Camille wasn't the type to back down, at least, not when her life was hanging in the balance. She struggled, prying Irina's hands off her shoulders before pushing her away - giving her just enough time to breath.

I guess if you don’t agree with this, then we have different opinions about life, yes? “Who is this person I am going to see now?” I asked Robert. To answer this, Robert first passes me his tablet from the driver’s seat. Just as if he knew I would be asking to see what this man looks like, his picture is already showing on the screen. “His name is Andrew Williams. He is the heir of Central Williams and Co., and he is 40 years of age.”

Ravens pov Man that was the hottest thing I have ever seen, not to mention the beauty of the woman in front of me, I have been around a lot of gorgeous woman in my life and even fucked a lot of them but none of them came close to this woman. She just turned around like nothing happened and sat down to put her knee high black boots on, like it was the most natural thing to happen. The same guards as before came in again and just shook their heads at the rouge, showing no signs of sympathy for the man dying on the cell floor. "Now how did we know that was going to happen" he chuckled and ordered one of the other guards to take the rouge out of the dungeon, he waited until the hallway was clear

Ryan said quietly even as he felt the beast inside him crouch in readiness to attack. “Ow come on don’t be a pussy.” Her short laughter didn’t reach her eyes. “It’s very unattractive to beg. Name’s Camille by the way. And I’m here to fight you.” With that short announcement, Camille opened her palms and pointed all ten fingers towards the ground, releasing very nasty-looking claws. “Oh my god…” Ryan breathed. ***

"It's a subtle thing but we have found that professional lines are being crossed before anyone realises what's really going on." "Oh, right. Of course." Camille felt her cheeks heat with a blush. "No...I mean yes, I mean...I have been tested and no I don't have the gene." Camille felt awful for lying but she really didn't want any trouble and she was pretty sure she didn't have the gene. She would know by now, right?

In the eyes of Camilla Valdez, I would always be the villain, the interloper who dared to challenge her reign over the hearts and minds of those around her. As the call came to an end, I felt a sense of relief wash over me, grateful to be free from the suffocating weight of Camilla's anger and resentment. But beneath that relief lay a lingering sense of unease, a nagging fear of what the future might hold and the challenges that lay ahead. Robert's return had unleashed a storm of chaos and uncertainty, and I knew that we were only just beginning to feel the full force of its fury

“Did you see you at the library holding hands with Sarah Cárdenas? Is there something going on between you two?” “Camille? How did you get these photos?” “I have my methods. Though I don’t like either Sarah or Amanda, the truth must be told.” “Yes, that’s true, but how did you get those photos...?” “No time for riddles,” Camille cut him off. “I do everything quickly and for fun. Look at these other photos here.” Roberth rolled his eyes, and as he moved his mouse over the next pictures, his smile faded. There were numerous photos of him with Sarah, and photos of Amanda leaving with other guys at dinners and romantic outings.

I replied frustratedly. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t follow you." “Leah. She’s a country girl that moved hundreds of miles away from her family and friends to complete a work placement and study course to further her career. She’s quiet, keep to herself, girl next door type and yet she was broken into and chased downtown. It makes no sense.” “Have the police come up with anything?” “I haven’t heard from Amelia yet. I’m going to call her shortly.”