Dr Camille Saroyan Novels & Stories

Yohan Dixon looked at Assistant Nolan with his red and dark eyes. Sara Owen was lying on the bed while closing her eyes. She was feeling better than last night. But the sentences spoken by Bruno and Natalie about Yohan Dixon were ringing in her head frequently. She had heard that Yohan Dixon was a ruthless billionaire but was confused because he was well behaved with her. “Sara.” Gracie opened the door of the bedroom and Sara Owen smiled brightly after seeing her. “Gracie…” She sat while leaning back on the bed and Gracie sat at the edge of the bed.

“You once told me a Caro woman must be the calm in the storm. But what if she’s the storm itself?” Camila set her glass down, fingers trembling slightly, the porcelain clinking with deceptive gentleness. Her gaze moved past Elise, briefly catching her own reflection—an older version of herself, faded by decades spent managing family interests, orchestrating alliances, and quietly steering the intricate politics between Caro influence and D’Amaro power. Camila Caro wasn’t just the perfect hostess; she was the architect behind the family’s survival. She arranged strategic marriages, mediated tense negotiations, and when needed, summoned men like Matteo D’Amaro directly—because she understood t

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

ALPHA RUNE "I'm not leaving," Carmen dared, moving closer to Kayvon near the door. They began whispering, thinking I couldn't hear them. Carmen’s voice was laced with a frustration she could no longer hide. "Kayvon, tell me again... who was this Sara Lockwood? Why is she the only thing that matters to him? I’ve tried to wrap my head around it, but you were in that coma and he wouldn't say a word." Kayvon was silent for a beat. "Sara was special. She gave him hope when nobody else would," he replied softly. "She was the light he didn't know he was allowed to have."

Dorian says, taking a deep breath and putting his glass cup on the coffee table. Here we go, whenever they started a conversation wuth those two names, I was in for an earfull. Dorian was just a natural french boy from the stories or fantasies of any teenage girl or any woman, he had curly brown hair and the brightest brown eyes, from what I've noticed, he was a treat to the eye, tall and almost tan, just a dreamy fantasy of a man. "As you've noticed, Camila has had it pretty rough these past years and for you to just marry her, there's gotta be some sort of money's worth in it for you" he explained, his voice was low and reminded me of my Dad when he was being serious about something.

I said again as we laughed together. I made my salat and found my way to the factory. I was supposed to check out the new car parts we were manufacturing. " Good afternoon ma'am" That was Mr Kareem Yasaran. He was on charge of the factory. " Afternoon Mr Yasaran" I greeted with a smile as he handed me a safety hat. " You look more and more beautiful as each day passes by miss Faryah" He complimented and I blushed a bit. He was a man in his early 30's. Married with a daughter and a wife that worked for me. Their daughter was always Najmah, her name was Salamah. " Thank you Kareem"

She turned towards the door, “Enter.” A woman entered seconds later. “And who is she?” Maxwell inquired. “Maya. Maya meet Maxwell Murray...” “Maxwell Murray...you must be the trouble maker of the pack.” Maxwell shot her a glare. “Watch your mouth now, bitch...if you still want your life intact.” “Okay, enough you two. Let’s get to business.” Sam brushed them off. “Yes, of course...like I said, Arthur Murray owes me a favor.” “Good, this is the plan. In exchange for this favor, you must demand to have a combat with his Luna...”

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

as she got into the car. “Sweet friends, you’ve got.” “Who the hell are you? How do you know me?” “As you read in my card, I’m Dr. Zaffran. Half Canadian, Half Irani. I’m a research scholar at the SRO.” “What’s the SRO?” "An organisation," "Of what?" “You will come to know in due time, when and if we are convinced that you can be trusted.” Zehra raised an eyebrow. “I see.” “Ms. Mahmood–”