Camille Roberts Novels & Stories

"Rose Camden… Camden?" Hang on. Could she be Robert's older sister?

Simmons led down first as I still stood astonished with the looks and beauty. "How do you manage this place ms. Maggot?" Inquired I. "I just do the usual. Grow rice and coffee." Replied she chuckling in expectation we took it as a joke. "And you are the mystery in my dream young lady?" Said she looking a Simmons. "Oh no. This is my companion Maximus Simmons. He is a boy ms." Responded I hurriedly. "Of course you expect me to believe you. Does she look like a boy to you?" She asked with proof. " the last time I spoke to lord Hocus. He told me about your stay at his home willete Duskwick. "

“What’s your name?” “Ve… Vera, madam,” she stammered. “Vera is no name,” Camille chuckled, stopping directly in front of her. “What’s your last name?” Vera looked up hesitantly. Her fearful eyes met Camille’s. “I’m Vera Roberts.” Camille smirked. “Roberts? Sounds like a name straight from the gutters. Am I right?” Vera nodded in fear, and Camille continued taunting her. “And do you know what my last name is, Vera?”

“What do you think waits for us on that shore?” “Anything,” Valerian said simply. “Maeron isn’t a brute. He’s a tactician. And Solmyra… she’s a force we haven’t faced before. She could twist your mind before your sword ever leaves the sheath. This isn’t just a rescue mission anymore.” Alexandro exhaled slowly. “Then what is it?”

"I'll handle this." Cecelia left while throwing me a look that promised this wasn't over. The door closed behind her, leaving me alone with Zeke, who looked angrier than I'd seen him in years. "I want the truth, Layla," he said while moving closer. "Who is Robert really, and why is he interested in Cameron?" "I already told you the truth," I said while standing my ground. "Robert is an old friend who cares about Cameron. That's all there is to it."

Kate whispered into Camille’s ear but Xavier’s glare made Kate stop. “Allow me to introduce myself, I go by the name Xavier Huston. What’s yours?” Xavier asked bringing his hand forward for an handshake which Camille took. “I’m sorry about the other day, I’m Camille, Camille Sylvia Guevara.” Like Camille’s soft voice sink deeply into Xavier’s head, he didn’t let go of her hand as they both stared at each other, lost. Camille didn’t take a good look at him the other day but now, he looked so different and handsome. His deep grey colored eyes matches his well arranged brown eye brows, his lips did justice ny being pouty and pink…

Camille It was almost amusingly simple. Camille Thornton settled back in her plush velvet armchair, one leg elegantly crossed over the other, a half-full glass of red wine shimmering in the dim light beside her. The glow from her tablet flickered across the crystal surface as she browsed through one sensational headline after another, each one more provocative than the last. Her timing had been exquisite—strategic, even surgical. Just one anonymous email, one attachment, and a handful of media contacts she had nurtured for years had ignited the fire.

“Mr. Roberts, I’ve told you that I already have...” “Mr. Mysterious, huh?” Tim interjected, his tone laced with disdain. “After you claimed that Mr. Mysterious is superior to me, I conducted a thorough investigation. In Hadale, there are indeed only two individuals around your age who surpass me in terms of excellence, namely Cristofer, and Justin. Therefore, Estelle, it is clear that Mr. Mysterious can’t be wealthier or more influential than me. Perhaps such a man doesn’t exist at all; he is merely a figment of your imagination.”

" 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

"Don't worry. I love watching Stephen get tormented the most. If Old Jim really is capable of treating Conan, that means I'll have a great show to look forward to in the future." Camille was still unconvinced. "Are you serious?" "Hmm? Do you want me to promise you?" Xavier responded with another question. "N—no!" Camille quickly shook her head in alarm. "That was just a random question. I trust your character, Mr. Robinson." "Then again—" Camille tensed up once again when she heard those two words escape from Xavier's lips. He turned to look at Old Jim. "I'm pretty curious about who Yvonne Miller is to you, sir."