Camren Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Athena Sex with Cameron was beautiful. I never knew it could get so addicting, and I always thought the act was overhyped until I experienced it. The more the weeks passed, the more I couldn’t get enough of him. He had complained about condoms, saying that it wasn’t like the real thing, but I would always scream at him to stop being stupid and that I wouldn’t be responsible for his death. We kept the news from our parents. Cameron’s mom had disappeared and was nowhere to be found. Cameron pretended to be calm the time we bumped into King Thor, but when he was closing off, he landed a punch on the king's jaw that I heard crack. He got a few bruises from the king’s bodyguards, but I was proud

“Going to see Aislen. Drop whatever you’re doing and come to my shop.” “On my way,” Cameron typed back and turned the indicator on the other way, pulling out onto the road towards Havermouth. “Going to see Aislen,” he murmured to himself. “Going to see Aislen. This is it, Cam,” he told himself. “Get yourself together, we’re going to get it right this time and take her home.” Before the big, gorgeous vampire got hungry and drank Aislen dry.

I didn’t fight and leave my home to be sent back there so soon, I have to find that brat. “Maybe, I have can you find this guy since you said he's being human? With the connection I have, it shouldn’t be so hard to find one guy,” Cameron suggested, taking out a book, a pen and dragging a chair to sit in front of me. He stared at me expectantly while I gave him a weird gaze. He chuckled at my expression. “Tell me what he looks like, I’m a great artist even though I’m studying to became a specialist,” “Aren’t you an actor?”

Cameron was quiet as we walked back toward the dorms, his hand brushing mine occasionally but not fully holding it, like he was still halfway inside his thoughts, replaying every second of what had happened and trying to figure out where the cracks were. “You’re spiraling again,” I said gently, bumping my shoulder against his. He glanced at me with a faint, tired smile. “I am not spiraling, I am analyzing.” “That is just spiraling with confidence,” I replied. He huffed softly, but the humor did not quite reach his eyes. When we reached his building, he hesitated before going inside, and I knew exactly why, because knowing someone had planted a camera in your room changed the air permanently,