Camille Roberts Novels & Stories

I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”

Everything within me goes numb once I realize that things have already been decided for me. On seeing my expression, Robert’s voice gentles, “I know it seems like a difficult thing we’re asking of you, but this is for the best. And you can always come back and visit. Besides, you are being mated to the sole heir of the Moore family from the Black Crescent Pack, Cameron Moore. He is a handsome man and an eligible bachelor. He’s twenty-six, just a few years older than you, and rich. You will want for nothing.” That strikes me as odd, “He’s single at twenty-six? Why?”

He paused, turning slightly. Robert studied his profile,,so much of his mother in him. The softness that made him weak. “Don’t let emotion make you stupid again. If you see a reporter, smile. If you see a camera, breathe. Even if you see your brother…” he paused, voice sharpening. “Do nothing.” Victor nodded stiffly and left. The moment the door closed, Robert poured another drink, though he still hadn’t touched the first. Killian Wolfe. The surname was borrowed, after all, he wasn’t truly a Wolfe.

"If it isn't Camille Riley, CEO of gracious fashion industry. It's finally nice to meet.“ A man with a mustache approached where Camille and Sean stood. Camille looked at the man, his face looked familiar, but she could not quite place where she has seen him before. Perhaps it was when she was still a teen or so. "And you must be Sean Rodriguez, it's an honor to finally meet both of you.” He stood in front of them, looking from Sean to Camille, smiling.

the man said. Amidst the rhythmic cadence of their footsteps, Roberto's introduction emerged as a bridge connecting two individuals who, only moments ago, had been strangers navigating their respective morning routines. The articulation of his name, "Roberto Maxwell," held within it an unspoken acknowledgment of his identity, position, and the privilege that came with it. This acknowledgment wasn't merely a formality, but a subtle affirmation of recognition.

Russo laughed softly, “Don’t worry about that, dear. The important thing is, he likes you.” “He doesn't.” No one would believe her with that blush on her face. She was right to say that, the only thing I fancied about her was her sweet little cunt, that face, the unexpected things that came out her mouth, her innocence— and the urge to ruin it. I wasn't a good guy in her life, I was the one who wanted to ruin it. To push her limits and bring out the dark thoughts that screamed despite her silence. Camille was a mask. She wore a calm that didn't suit her. She may have been born a calm child, but with the chaos around her, something stuck, something dark she didn't want to give into.

“Wow! I’d love to. But what about Camille? Would she mind if I looked into the business?” Maddox gave her a sad smile. “Camille is a successful international fashion designer, based in Paris. She comes down to see me sometimes, but she shuttles between London and Paris all year round. I don’t think she has time for this. Anyway, no one has heard of her in the last two years. She has just disappeared.”

Robert looked at Cesilia intently, trying to confirm that Maxime was indeed Cesilia's cousin as she had claimed earlier. "Ah, of course. Maxime, this is Robert, Alexander's secretary at the office and also his trusted friend," Cesilia introduced Maxime to Robert, a bit nervous but trying to keep her composure. The introduction was mutual. "Maxime," Maxime said, extending his hand to Robert to shake hands and introduce himself.

Jameson did not come home all night. Early the next morning, Camille got a call from her professor, Ryan Zach. He sounded excited. “Camille, are you really willing to go abroad with me for this exchange program? Our first stop is a battlefield, where we will be working with Doctors Without Borders. It’s dangerous, and we might lose contact with home for a long time!” Camille’s voice was soft but determined. “Yes. I’ve made up my mind.”

, but it just doesn’t happen. Robert has a different problem. Work is just so cool. He has seen so much in the short time that he has been in David Oswald’s employ. The people he works with are cool, especially David Oswald, who seems like he can do anything. He also really likes Gary Ingalls, who is simply a frame of reference. He can’t be like David Oswald – why not try to be like Gary?