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,

--- Camille I saw them. From the window. I said nothing. I screamed nothing. I stayed there. Watching them. The world is collapsing around me. And I no longer know how to breathe. ---

And immediately, he snaked his arm around the woman's slim waist and then gently pulled her backwards until her back was pressed against his hard chest. “What the--” Bammie gasped in surprise. She held on the guy's forearm and was about to remove it when Levi spoke to her ears. “Don't move. There's a camera..” Bammie got frozen as she felt his breath fanned in her nape which made her shivered a little. “W-why there's a camera?” she asked like a fool. Her heart beat so fast and loud that she stuttered. Swallowing hard, her nails dug a little deeper on his forearm unconsciously while she was trying to remove it.

, trying very hard not to scream. Finally I found the perfect spot to place camera C,there was a television sitting on a chest of drawer opposite the bed, I would be able to see any witchcraft she does on her bedroom. The camera was wireless, flat and round therefore I pressed it onto the power led, since it was transparent, no one could see it was there except the person who put it there.

Peter smiled proudly. “The special thing about this spy camera is that it is the size of an ant and can walk on the wall like an ant. Room or bedroom! Currently, this cute pet ant is on the wall right in front of Mark's bed, so you can get the video on your mobile whenever you want.” After listening to Peter's talk, Anna got excited and switched on her mobile to connect to the spy cam. Anna's eyes widened when she saw that. At that time, Anna could only see Hamlin in the room, who walked around her bed wearing a night suit. After watching this scene for a while, Anna turned off the spy cam.

She was walking behind me, clutching her tablet like a shield, her eyes darting frantically at the walls. “Are you sure?” Kai asked, his voice low, a rough scrape against the silence. “I… I think so,” Mira stammered. “The cameras… I asked them to look the other way. I think they listened. Is it normal for security cameras to feel… lonely? Because I swear to God, Camera 4B just projected a feeling of deep loneliness into my brain.” Despite the terror clawing at my throat, a hysterical bubble of laughter rose in my chest.

“CEO Camelia, recently crowned ‘The Iron Lady of Innovation,’ is reportedly preparing to acquire two green energy companies in Western Europe. This move is expected to reshape the global technology industry landscape.” The camera shifted to footage of Camelia stepping out of a private jet in Paris. She looked effortlessly elegant in a long cream wool coat. Her steps were steady, her gaze sharp and full of confidence. Beside her, Adrian walked with a proud smile, occasionally whispering something that drew a faint smile from her—a smile that once belonged entirely to William.

she retorted, a snarky look on her face as she pulled down my shorts, making every cell within me vibrate. “We wanted to do this when Damon’s private message arrived, do you remember?” She lowered herself as she grabbed my dick, looking up at me. She wanted to check my reaction. The way I hesitated was humorous to her. “Let go, Camilla. I think I can still run away from—” I stammered as I heard the sound of a shutter clicking. Someone just took a picture of something. I continued to hear it until I noticed the automated cameras installed on the walls.

Sera POV I don't sleep. How can I sleep knowing someone was watching me? I sit on my bed staring at the broken camera in my hands until the sun comes up. The plastic is cracked where I ripped it out, but the lens is still intact. Still recording everything until I destroyed it. When Kaelen comes downstairs for his perfectly timed coffee, I'm waiting in the kitchen with the camera on the table between us. "Explain this," I say. He stops in the doorway. Looks at the device. His face goes blank. "What is it?"

He’d been too busy to drink anxiety into compliance. Trina stood at the window with her camera strap slung across her shoulder, the city bright and indifferent beneath her. Mya sat cross-legged on the couch with her phone face down, a gentle reminder to ignore the bait. Keith leaned in the kitchen doorway, arms folded, playing perimeter without making it a performance. At 11:57, Cameron’s name flashed on Trina’s screen with a video: his face half in frame in a studio booth, eyes fierce. “I’m standing by,” he said. “Say when.” Underneath, a banana-bread emoji. Trina smiled despite herself.