Camille Roberts Novels & Stories

The kind of woman who had been prepared for exactly this kind of evening and showed it in the best possible way. She put her hand on his arm. Looked at Liora. "I don't think we've met," she said warmly. "Camille Beaumont." Liora looked at her. At Damien. At Camille's hand on his arm. Something moved through her expression. Fast and complicated and gone so quickly that he almost missed it. Almost. "Liora Kane," she said. "I'm on the research team." "Wonderful," Camille said. "Damien speaks very highly of the institute's work."

The whole pack stood in the square, watching in silence. Kael stood outside the gates, his blue eyes burning into me. Damon stood at my side, his body tight with anger. I stepped forward, heart pounding. My voice came out stronger than I expected. “I am not a prize for either of you to fight over The crowd whispered. Cassandra’s face twisted with hate. I looked straight at Damon first. “You rejected me on my birthday. You slept with her,” I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?”

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?”

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.

He needed it to work. “Model’s running ten minutes late,” murmured Camille, his long-time producer. “Newcomer from Barcelona. Cole Reyes.” “Newcomer?” Benjamin arched a brow. “For this campaign?” Camille shrugged. “The designer insisted. Said he has the kind of face that makes you forget the concept.” Benjamin muttered something about unpredictable geniuses and checked his light meters. He preferred professionals who knew their angles, who understood that a photograph was choreography, a dialogue between body, shadow, and patience. Newcomers meant uncertainty. Uncertainty meant risk.

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.

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.

, 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?

Anyone would be comfortable around her. And what makes Rosetta shocked is the fact that Camille has had as many proposals too. Camille is a beautiful girl, with dark brown hair and adorable almonds eyes. But Camille’s personality is volatile.