Camille Roberts Novels & Stories

Cassie sat in Nathan's chambers by the fire nervous about the fact Robert actually going to her room. Robert excused himself and went upstairs Nathan and his buddies had left. When he got to the third floor he stood outside Cassie's door and listened. He heard nothing. He check the hallway there was no one around. Robert smiled as he slowly opened Cassie chamber door and slipped inside. Robert stood there watching Cassie sleep. He pulled out the white rag he had in his pocket he would use to stop her from screaming. He released himself from his trousers getting excited just seeing her laying there. He moved over to the bed. His breathing heavy with excitement.

Speaking of Creed he walked into my office with some flowers and muffins in his hands. “ What is all that?” I questioned raising an eyebrow “ well the muffins are from the Willow family and the flowers are from Mrs. Rose.” He shrugged placing them on my desk “ Mrs. Rose? As in the one that runs the flower shop? What for?” I sigh sniffing them “ They are for Madam Charlotte.Oh and this isn’t even all of it. The whole pack has put together little gifts for her in hopes of her feeling better.” He shrugged “ DELiVERY!” Ryan yelled bringing in a basket of cards with cookies

They were all going through their own problems and couldn't even console the other. “Any news?” Cameron asked Robert for the umpteenth time today. Contrary to what he let people know, Robert was good at hacking too. He never really did it until it was extremely necessary. Though, he had pretended not to like Claire and her always pestering him, he couldn't deny that she had gotten under his skin and he cared for her too. She was the only one who gave two fucks about him in this pack and now she was gone.

A masculine voice echoed from the other side of the line. Camille's brows furrowed. "Yes, this is her," she said curtly. "Who is this?" "This is Gabriel Christophe, the Prime Minister." Instantly, Camille pulled herself into a sitting position, her voice changing from its usual nonchalance to total reverence. "Oh! My apologies, sir. I had no idea it was you. Good morning to you, sir." Gabriel's soft chuckle hummed through her ear as he responded lightheartedly. "Good morning to you too, Camille. How have you been? We barely see you around these days."

“The photos were sent anonymously to the press, but the IP address links back to Camille.” The name sliced through me like a blade, and I froze. Camille. "That's not possible,” I said, but even as I said it, it sounded empty. "Mr. Roman, I verified everything twice. The connection is clear.” I let out an irritated laugh. “Of course, it’s her.” Camille had always been a master manipulator, playing her cards with precision and poise. She had once been an ally, a partner in ambition. But ambition unchecked can turn to poison, and she had drunk deeply.

Everyone was shocked, especially Veronica. Her mouth was agape, and she forgot to maintain her usual nobility! How could this be possible? Did she hear it wrong?! Amelia, who was only twenty-four this year, right? Camille was four years older than her and had been in the fashion industry for ten years, often participating in Paris Fashion Week and winning many international awards. How could Amelia, a rural caregiver, be Camille’s master? This joke was too big, wasn’t it?!

"Well, look who finally decided to show up? What took you so long Alpha Ryan? Did you actually forget that we sat here waiting to meet you and your precious mate sir?" Camille spoke, placing her palms together and staring intensely at Ryan. Amelia's attention is immediately drawn to the lady's voice and as soon as her eyes met with Camille's face, her jaw drops slightly. When Isabel had mentioned that she had seen a beautiful woman that looked like a goddess, Amelia did not really expect Isabel's words to be close to true at all. She had believed that Isabel was simply being dramatic as usual but seeing Camille with her very own eyes now, she could definitely attest to the fact that this wom

END OF FLASHBACK He storms to his personal bar wearing nothing but briefs and towel handing on his neck " Fuck " he swears irritated that he remembers the sweet moments he had with Scarlett He pours himself a glass of whiskey ignoring the continuous ringing of his phone . ELITE MODELLING AGENCY Camilla sighs as she looks at her phone disappointed, she has been calling Liam for a while now but he is not picking up " Don't add blush " she said to the makeup artists that was retouching her makeup for another shoot Camilla is a well known and famous model in Toronto , her beauty made way for her in the modelling agency . On top of it all she is popularly known as the fiancee of the world richest

“So, what exactly is it that you do, Camille?” “I'm into art, I discover emerging artists, restore projects, and select acquisitions for private collectors.” “That’s interesting,” Claire said, though her tone suggested she found it anything but interesting. “So, Camille… I confess I’m curious. I’ve met Charles Laurent several times. Yet somehow, I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting his daughter.”

Damien thought like men the past; there was one time, he took the body of a dead soldier and let it get infected, he observed it for a month, the body stayed dead, a corpse. Robert is a tall, handsome man with a large scar on his left eye. I asked him about it he said that he got it from a tiger while he was a child, since then it stayed like a mark-making him remember it. He has green eyes and lights blond hair. In the days that I spent going back and forth, from home to different areas, praying that night won’t catch me outside, Robert was accommodating, when I went to do tests, he stayed behind, when I got back I found meals made. Everything arranged in place; he went with me sometimes wh