Camé Novels & Stories

the manager, “thank you,” Mimi says, “I could see that you are selling and installing camera footage according to your advertisement board that I saw that led me to your store,” Mimi says, “yes, you are right, we have different types of camera footage and we have competent engineers and technicians that can install without any mistakes,” the manager says, “do you have tiny and invisible,” Mimi asked, “yes, we have” he retorted,

I said it questioningly "I don't know, but he's hot as fuck. He's as hot as your brother and you too. He looks a lot like you and a little bit of your brother. Well he's very hot. It's going to be a tough year. We've got three hot guys in one year. What the fuck?.... You should see it" said Camelia as she Cameron and I grab my hands to head towards the crowd

and, for reasons known only to him, placed under Kenny's control. Kenny had absolutely no idea who his ally was, or where he or she might be located, except that L. L. had to have access to some sort of high-tech manufacturing facility. Each fly cam was a work of art, though small, about the size of the insect after which they had been named, a camera still managed to deliver high-quality holo images via some sort of relay system that Kenny had yet to figure out. But none of that mattered, not now, as both sides struggled to take control of the city.

“Fine? Amelia, don’t piss me off. A man that looks like THAT? With tattoos that detailed? Fine is not in that vocabulary.” I force a laugh. “Cassie, let’s not—” “No. No. I refuse.” I can literally hear her pacing. “You better not tell me that , I need more details.” “Cassie,” I interrupt quickly, “how do you turn off a camera robot?” Silence. “A WHAT?” “A camera robot,” I repeat flatly. “ Her voice jumps an octave. “how did y…,“ Just—tell me how to turn the damn thing off!”

I turned to my laptop, entered the password, exposing a grainy, black and white close up of our spouses in the hot-tub. Krista looked over my shoulder. "What's that?" "CCD, low-light, and infrared camera with PTZ, pan, tilt and zoom." I adjusted the picture, switching from infrared to low-light, and getting a dark but pretty visible shot of our spouses chatting amiably, only a foot or so apart. "They're looking pretty chummy," Krista noted. I turned to her, and dropped my towel, opening her robe. "Alex, they're waiting for us to leave," she cautioned me, as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of my rampant hard-on.

With his eyes mostly fixed on the front mirror than on the road, Cameron drove off to Liza's house. Unlike the first time, the drive to Liza's house was anything but quiet. Cameron drove with a smile on his face as Annie bombarded him with questions. “What's your name? What do you do for work? Do you like decorations?” “Slow down, little one,” He chuckled lightly. “Let's do this one at a time, okay?” Annie nodded her approval. “My name is Cameron Axford but you can call me Cam.” once again, Annie giggled. “What can I call you?” he asked in return.

I still figured I would be ok. Upon arriving at my destination, I made sure to park my car in a safe spot. As a journalist, my trusty video camera was an essential tool that I always carried with me. My love for video cameras was evident from my extensive collection, and I had recently acquired this particular one. Its features were impressive, including a night vision vlogging camera and 18x digital zoom capabilities.

Fuck that prick, he owed them this. “What you doing?” said Jimmy joining him. “Look at this,” Sam pulled a Sony XDCAM from the bottom of the box. The mic cover was missing, but apart from that it was fine. “PMW-300, professional quality, nice.” Sam and Jimmy exchanged a look. Geeking out over cameras felt almost normal. Maybe they could salvage something from this after all. “Come on,” said Sam. “Let’s get out of here.” As they headed for the exit Sam tried to ignore the fact that half the blood had disappeared from the ceiling and the floors.

I say deflating in seconds. After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion

As they walked towards the line of food stalls, Damien's eyes twinkled with admiration as he watched Camille, until he couldn't resist the urge no more. He discreetly pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket and began to snap photos of her, trying to be as sneaky as possible. But, Camille's sharp senses caught on almost immediately. She frowned at him, her eyes narrowing in annoyance. "Hey, you can't take photos of me without my consent," she said firmly, as she reached out to grab the phone from his hand.