Camille Roberts Novels & Stories

"Thank you for saving her." "I am Gabby Florence, a cultivator, and I just came from 3 years of training in Mt. Alebasi. My clan were physicians; it's my duty to treat any patient, regardless of their nature and status." "I'm sorry for my impudent actions awhile ago. Please let me treat you to dinner as my apology," I humbly offered. "That will do! By the way, how can I address you?" was his nice response. As expected, people from Mt. Albasi were really humble and kind. He lived up to their reputation.

Confidence radiated from her, the assurance of a woman who knew exactly where she belonged. Nothing like the broken, devastated creature who had signed divorce papers from Stefan three years ago. Nothing like the sister Rose had tried to destroy. "No," Rose whispered, her voice a thread of sound in the suddenly too-loud room. "No, no, no." But the image didn't change. Camille stood at the podium, her smile composed as she began to speak. "Thank you, Victoria. And thank you to the board for their confidence." Rose's hands began to shake. The voice coming from the television belonged to Camille, but not the Camille she knew. This woman was poised, authoritative, commanding. Her words measured

Sapphire blushed in embarrassment as whisked the chocolate batter. "I do but I wear normal ones...not the one which once your husband will see you and won't leave till you are pregnant with triplets!" A gush of embarrassment brewed in Sapphire and before she could think anything, the whisk flew out of her hand to hit the shameless Selena ! Selena ditched the the whisk and grinned victoriously. She turned to pick up the the whisk from the floor but was left star struck to find James Ronaldo behind her with the batter spread on his face and shoulders.

Before the auctioneer could drop the hammer, another voice—smooth, confident—cut through the air. “Fifteen million.” I turned toward the sound. It came from a man in a tailored navy suit—Robert. One of the young Alphas from the northern mountains, known for his stealth and strategic mind. “Who’s that?” I whispered. Zoe leaned closer. “Robert. Northern pack. Dangerous. Single.” Her grin was wicked, but I barely heard her. Emma hesitated. She looked at Darius for a cue, and for a split second, I recognized that look—seeking his approval. Her grandmother was a famous art collector. She was probably buying it for herself. Darius gave a small nod.

She says this, but she is facing Damien. She gazes at me, waiting for my reply. I feel so significant in her gaze. "In the flesh," I force a smile. "Wow! I've heard so ma..." "Cammy," Damien's tone is more of a warning. "Relax," she rolls her eyes. "I'm Camile Ndago, and I'm going to be this idiot's lawyer." She holds her hand out for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Camile." I force a smile.

Perfect, let’s see what I can get out of this. Camille excused herself from her new dance companion, an elderly man with a perverted smile and manoeuvred around the people and tables, subtly making her way out into the open space harbouring a wonderful rose garden. With cautious steps she walked along the pathway that led to a central fountain, where both Miranda and Davien were seated from close to each other. Hiding behind the bushes, she took her phone out of her bra and got her camera ready.

"I have packed Cesare's stuff, they are all in the kitchen but Cesare is already in bed for the night." I moved closer and threw my arms around her, she had been the best mother to Cesare for four years. When I released her, I took a step back and looked at Dominic, whose face had softened. "Mrs Palmove, this is Dominic, my husband. And Dominic, Mrs Palmove, Cesare's full-time mom." He extended his hand to her, she looked at it for a second. When she took it, I let out a sigh of relief. Mrs Palmove was a straightforward person. All my life I have known her, she either liked a person or did not. There were no grey areas about her.

Isabel was brought out of her nostalgic thoughts by Xavi’s call through the mind-link. “Is there a problem?” She asked. “I just got a call from the pack doctor that Carlos is out of coma.” Xavi informed her, “He wishes to know your next order before discharging him from the hospital.” “Tell him to wait for me. I’ll be there in half an hour.” Isabel instructed. She then said goodbye to her little sister before leaving the room. “Alpha, are you feeling better now?” Xavi, who was awaiting Isabel’s arrival outside the pack hospital asked the minute she climbed out of her dad’s black Mercedes Benz X-class truck. He was concerned about her physical well being after seeing her in pains for the firs

Third Person POV "Mr. Knight, your flight will be boarding soon sir, can I offer you another glass of wine, while you wait?" Caleb looks up at the flight attendant, smiling at her as she holds the bottle of Bordeaux. "Please, call me Caleb," he answers, giving her a wink. He knew she was easily his oldest son's age, but that has never stopped him from messing with a pretty face and curvy body.

She sits back down on the couch and gives us a small wave of goodbye, I open the door but as I open it, I saw a tall figure dressed in all black and a visible snake tattoo trailing up his neck the fucker that works for Alessandro's dad. Before Alessandro could pull out his gun, the fucker pulls out his own and a sudden sharp pain flows throughout my body before darkness clouds my eyes. shittttt.......... (Just to refresh your memory snake tattoo guy is the one who carried Cassandra to that torture room when she was kidnapped by Isabella)