Camé Novels & Stories

The Hatter serenaded her with a song about Santa. This kind of shit must have happened around here every day, because the man with the camera was unfazed as he tried to shout over all the noise to explain how the camera worked. It was small as fuck, about the size of a pea, but simple to turn on. He also provided Amber with a festive hair barrette which looked like a small present. The camera fit down inside the minuscule box. It would be completely undetectable and none of those kidnapping bastards would be the wiser. Amber adjusted the angle clipped in her hair as they tested it with a laptop. The tiny camera gave crystal clear images, a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view. It was amazin

He lifted her chin to look into her eyes just as a flash from the camera blinded him. Oshey looked and saw Cammie smiling and holding the camera. "Now who has blackmail on the two of you." Cammie smarted off. "Kids,” Oshey grunted. "Mood breakers," Cornell added. "We can talk later, for now, I have Camille to pounce," Oshey said standing up with a smile. "I'll help," Cornell said with a laugh. "Oh no, you don't," Cammie said, running away from them.

It looked normal… until he twisted it open. A tiny black lens blinked once before going dark. Lena’s knees almost gave out. “A camera,” she whispered. Alexander held it in his palm, staring at it like it was a piece of human filth. Not a cheap one. Not something random. A professional-grade micro camera made to record silently, remotely, sending live feed to another device. “This was watching you,” he growled. “Recording you.” Lena covered her mouth, tears spilling over. “Oh my God.”

"Hey, do you have a CCTV camera outside in the restaurant?" "Yes, but it's not connected with the computer in here to view the live feed." "No worries," he assured him. "As long as the computer can be connected to the internet, I can make a connection for a live feed." The computer Dani pointed Ricardo to looked like it belonged in the early century of the digital age, but the latter looked ready to make it work and with a few keystrokes, the homepage to what Megan realised was Os Buscadores's server on the dark web popped up on the screen.

Then, the leather chair spun around slowly on its brass base. Camille was sitting right in the center of the frame. She was no longer standing at the municipal podium surrounded by reporters. She was entirely alone in Victor's inner sanctuary, holding a sleek black burner phone in her right hand. She leaned forward, staring directly into the hidden camera lens as if she could see both of us standing in our remote apartment miles away. A slow, cold smile spread across her polished face, completely devoid of the tears she had shown the media just minutes prior. She lifted the burner phone toward her lips, and her voice came through our desktop speakers with perfect, crystal-clear clarity.

Cam asked "7.50 an hour" the girl said "Oooh" Cam said while putting his over his mouth "you finna be making banks lainy" I laughed and sat on one of the barstools

They both looked up when I came in. “Leo, Tina, this is Cami Avesque from that fancy city paper I told you about.” Leo was a tall skinny man in his thirties; he wore large black glasses that reminded me of Clark Kent. Tina was probably my age and quite pretty. She dressed less conservatively than I did, but most women did.

leo asked giving her a deadly glare. Slowing hard, camela suddenly find it difficult to breathe with Leo's cute face staring down at her. "Camila-" he screamed making camela flinch "-Where the heck is my diamonds?". "Am not Camila, I didn't take your diamonds, my name is camela and not Camila" camela cried out. What? Could Ken be right about her not being Camila? Could she be her replica but she looks innocent and cute. Cute? Focus leo you came to torture her not flirt with her leo conscience kept telling him.

He composed himself. “Yes, he did. But the footage he showed us did not have an angle of the living room and I believe there’s a camera there. Can you kindly explain that?” I asked. Beads of sweat began to form on Cameron’s forehead despite the fact that the office had an AC that was probably on full blast. He cleared his throat nervously and pulled gently at the collar of the shirt he was wearing. “Are you okay?” My dad asked him. “You seem very flustered.”

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