Camé Novels & Stories

Sharp. Cold. Charged with something Ava couldn’t quite name—but felt deeply. Camille closed the door behind her slowly. Her eyes landed on Ava. Took in the tear-streaked face. The red eyes. The trembling hands. For a brief second, something flickered across her expression. Not sympathy. Not quite. Something closer to recognition. But it vanished just as quickly. “What happened today?” Camille asked. Her voice was calm. Too calm. Ava said nothing. Camille stepped further into the room, dropping her bag onto her own bed without looking away.

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,

Camelia gripped Calvin’s firm shoulders, her nails leaving thin marks there. "Breathe, Camelia. I'm here," Calvin whispered, his voice sounding like worship. After a few moments, Camelia took control. She moved nimbly, reversing their positions until she was now on top. Her long hair hung down, veiling her flushed face. Both of Calvin's hands immediately moved to Camelia's waist, gripping it tightly to assist their movements.

so sweet. We were dropped off where a car and a driver stood afar. We were all separated into two cars. a Bentley and a Benz. My caetinis with me. Damiel and his brothers in another. perfect, now I can vent “I am so nervous. do I just drop to my knees and accept him”. I asked my caetinis, remembering my trainings. I think I am starting to tremble. He must not have a reason to send me back. I will die! end of story.

It's cruel for him to compare the three handsome guys to a titan but that's the only tall creature he can think of. "This is Kimmon Grey Fallon. Kim, this is Primo Aziel Hughes, my new camera man." "It's nice meeting you, Mr. Hughes." Kimmon said in all formality, offering a hand which Primo accepted kindly with a nervous smile. "H-hi Mr. Kimmon. Please just call me Primo." "Ok, Primo " he said and turn to look at Allen.

So who are they to speak to me in such a way as if they know everything about me? Brother Adrastos stopped what he was doing and went to his place earlier while holding the mic in one palm. He laid down the camera he had used earlier to videotape me to a side where they can watch me properly. Suddenly, something entered my mind. How many cameras they used here to capture what is happening to me right now? I saw the brand of camera that Adrastos used earlier when I went to his place earlier, and the brand was La Fuentes Camero. I am not familiar with the brand of the rich, but I am sure it is costly because the brand name sounds expensive.

He groaned, smiling widely. "And see how far you can take him," Camille said, her camera said, clicking repeatedly. "Cammy," Frank pointed out, "this isn't really simulated." "Well, this isn't intercourse," she retorted. "Sara, if you like we can switch to simulated and it will be clever camera angles and what-not." She turned and shook her head. "No, this is fine," she said, smiling.

"Do you have any cash with you?" "What?" He looked at the cab man who was watching them through the mirror. "No," he whispered. "What are we going to do?" "Is there a problem there?" The cab man asked suspiciously. "Problem?" Amanda scoffed. "What? No. There is not a single problem. My uhmm... My boyfriend is just looking for his wallet." She said, her voice changing to one with a French accent. "Eh?" Jerry looked at her. "My w—wallet?" She nodded her head.

"It's Rose. They have clear images of her placing the devices throughout the hotel." Camille's face remained perfectly still, but Alexander felt the slight tremble that ran through her body at his words. "Show me," she said. "Camille..." Victoria began, concern in her voice. "I need to see it," Camille insisted. "Show me the footage." Alexander hesitated, then handed her his phone with the video cued up. Camille took it, her hand steady despite the storm he knew must be raging inside her. Victoria motioned for Alexander to help her sit up higher so she could see the screen as well.

I said to Cam. “A man with a limp?” Cam repeated after me as he came to sit down beside me. Taking his laptop from my hands, he started searching for something. “I didn’t see his face at all,” I said as I tried to remember any tiny details. He pushed the laptop to me as I watched how Chloe’s accident had also taken place. “Why am I watching this?” I asked him confusedly. He showed me a figure sprinting away. “What! Who the hell was that?” I questioned almost immediately. “I had collected the video from the CCTV nearby, I just felt everything was connected and maybe I was right,” Cam said as he zoomed the video.