Cmdr. Cameron Dennis Novels & Stories

"Kid, you brought this upon yourself." Just when everyone thought Chase was doomed, a man in military attire sitting at the venue suddenly stood up and snapped to a salute toward Chase. He spoke with utmost respect. "Your humble servant—Kent Hampton, the commander-in-chief of West Oceania—greets Chief Instructor Collins. Congratulations to Basalt, congratulations to Bactria!"

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

the guy grinned revealing very beautiful teeth , he looked past Roman and waved at me. “hi. I’m Cory”. “Camila” I replied grinning too. Roman gave him a glare. Cory rolled his eyes and handed Roman some documents. “don’t smile at him” Roman said to me “he’s my secretary”. “i thought secretaries were girls” I replied.

I replied to Jordan and ruffled his hair again before I said goodbye to him. "Alpha Michael, "Jordan called me again and I glance at him with a raised brow. "Hmm?" "I'm not eating vegetables," Jordan said smirking and then he quickly ran back to his room. I just shook my head smiling softly as I walk towards the penthouse. As I was walking near the penthouse, I can't help but frown when I saw Maddox–my beta or second-in-command, pacing back and forth at the door. Maddox is in charge of the pack whenever I'm in a council meeting or I have some errands to do to the neighboring packs. I don't know what's going on with Maddox right now but it feels like something is troubling him looking at his

But fear of what? I waited until Damien left before opening the laptop again. I pulled the full Crest staff list from Milo’s cloud mirror. Damien’s company was massive over 400 employees. But I narrowed it down. I wasn’t looking for just any name. I was looking for someone close. Someone with access to private servers. Eventually, I found it. R-7AC03 = Staff ID: Reid Holloway – Director of Special Operations. I sat back, the breath ripped from my lungs. Reid.

The information was thorough—name, photo, address, and even a list of known associates. “Got you,” he muttered, his voice dripping with malice. Before he could begin formulating a plan, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text message. He frowned, opening it to find a message from one of the soldiers he had on his payroll. Major Erickson knows about your involvement in the pandemic. No proof yet, but he suspects. Dennis swore colorfully, his grip tightening on the phone. He quickly replied, asking for the soldier’s account number. Moments later, he wired a generous sum of money as a thank-you.

“Dennis, why is he here?” Ken inhaled sharply upon hearing the name. He did not expect that this good friend of his had signed up for the match tonight. “F*ck, you know Dennis?” Neil was stunned before adding, “He’s a marshal, the type with explosive combat capabilities!” “Of course I know him, we’re friends!” “If that’s the case, this American is dying tonight!” Ken became a little excited. “Haha, the match tonight looks entertaining already!”

A few greetings were heard before footsteps toward the kitchen. Nick walked into the kitchen, dressed in his business suit, he looked at Camila and so did I. She slid down from the island and stood beside me, as the man walked in behind her father. "Elijah, Camila, you remember Devon Ramirez?" Nick says and just as I stood up to greet the man, I felt Camila grab my arm.

Dane commanded. Dash complained as he stood up, then quickly left. Dane turned to face me, and I was trembling as if I had been in a freezer all day. “Are you okay?” he asked as he walked toward me. I flinched at the sight of his hand reaching out to touch me, but he quickly pulled it back. “Clean up and be in the chambers in twenty minutes,” he instructed, before turning to leave. Before he could go, I finally found my voice and spoke.