Camille Roberts Novels & Stories

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.

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.

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.

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

" His voice was flat and toneless. She looked at Rosé who was wrapped in Xavier's arms. "Rosé." "Milla." Camilla rolled her eyes. She hated being called that and Rosé knew, that perfectly well. Xavier was the only one who was a bit confused as to what was happening. Damian sighed and Camilla stretched a hand towards Xavier for a handshake. "Nice to meet you in person Mr. Monterosa." Xavier took her hand and shook it gently. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss..?" "Winters. Camilla Winters." They let go of each other and

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.

Gabriel’s gaze flicked between us, desperation gnawing through his composure. “Kanye Delacroix… He’s the one who planned it all. Camille’s death? Staged. Salvatore’s assassination? His order. Using me?” He gave a short, ugly laugh. “I was just the perfect villain to pin it on.” My eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin, unreadable line. "So Camille is alive? " I asked and he nodded... "Yes! She never died! It was staged! It was some other girls body that he put there! "

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.