Jenny Cam Novels & Stories

Camile met and fell in love with the child and her father who would soon become her boss and sponsor But when she confessed to him he made mockery of her and her feelings A few months later he is trying to get her attention cause he has fallen in love with her already But he won't get it that easily

Rumor had spread through the Vittori family that the daughter they had lost years ago had finally been found. The moment I heard, I left the family branch and rushed back to the main estate. My car had barely stopped when a young woman hurried over and grabbed my hand. “So you’re the Vittori family’s adopted daughter,” she said with a smile that looked painfully sincere. “Your dress is so beautiful. It must cost tens of thousands of dollars. You can tell you’ve never really had to worry about anything before. Unlike me. I grew up in places where even finding my next meal was a problem.” For a second, I didn’t understand what she meant. Then her eyes lowered to the only necklace around her neck. “This is the only thing I have from Mother,” she whispered. “Please don’t hate me for wearing it.” The next second, she suddenly grabbed my hand, dragged it up toward her throat, and yanked hard. The necklace snapped. Pearls scattered across the marble floor. “Why would you do that?” she cried, staring at me in shock. “If you hate seeing Mother’s gift on me, I’ll take it off right now. I won’t stay and make things difficult for you. Just please don’t tell Father and Mother. I don’t want them caught in the middle, and I don’t want this family fighting because of me.” She curled into herself on the marble floor, shaking as she cried, while the guests around us immediately turned to stare. I stood there completely stunned. I had imagined a thousand ways I might meet my daughter again. I never imagined she would look me in the eye, mistake me for someone else, and frame me before I had even spoken. Because I was not Valentina. I was her mother.

Tracy Clarke is a twenty-three years old archaeologist who believes in women being independent and she shows this by creating success for herself, despite being the daughter of a billionaire. She leads a modest life and never takes any relationship seriously because of a heartbreak she had as a teenager. She and her brother are taken into another world where their lives changed forever. Tracy learns to grow as a person and is compelled to be stronger than anyone would ask of a young woman. Killian, a prince in Agroman, a land in a magical realm, sees Tracy and finds her character quite interesting. He is enthralled by her, but cannot tell exactly why she amazes him. He finds her annoying, but still can't get her off his mind. How will Tracy go back to the normal world? Will she ever get her life back? Will she survive in this world where she knows no one and nothing? Will she fall in love with Killian? Read more to know how their story goes. This is #1 of the Beautiful Chaos series

When betrayal hits home, Brenda's world crumbles. Chased out by those she trusted, she's left with nothing but shattered dreams and a heart full of tears. But fate has a surprise in store for her. A long-lost father, presumed dead, reveals a shocking truth - she's the sole heir to his vast fortune, making her the richest heiress in the country. With her newfound power, Brenda returns home, ready to reclaim her rightful place. As she walks into the board meeting, all eyes lock onto her, mesmerized by her poise and beauty. But one gaze pierces through the crowd - her ex-husband's. Their past was complicated, and his presence stirred up a mix of emotions she thought she'd long buried. Later, he approached her with a proposition that made her heart skip a beat: "Brenda, Let's do this again." But this time, it wasn't just about rekindling only their romance - it was about power, control, and unfinished business when they learned the bitter truth about their separation which was caused by none other than the people they trusted the most. Brenda was torn but and still hasn’t yet healed from everything that happened in the past but would she fall back into the same patterns with her ex-husband, or would she rise above the heartache and forge a new path? One thing was certain - she wouldn't be held back by her past.

My brother-in-law had a sudden heart attack. The doctor said only my wife could perform the specific surgery he needed. It was a critical situation. By the time I finally managed to get through to her, her childhood sweetheart answered the phone. "We're just about to head out camping," he said casually. "We won't be coming back tonight." My heart sank. "Ryan had a heart attack. He needs surgery immediately. Tell her to come back to the hospital—now." Instead, my wife's irritated voice cut through. "Are you done? How dare you make up a lie like that and curse my brother!" Before I could explain, she hung up. When I tried calling back, her phone was already off. In the end, my brother-in-law died because the window for surgery closed. And my wife lost her mind.

*🚫Subtle Warning🚫* This book includes slight gay themes, readers discretion is advised. Two years after her daughter’s tragic death and her ex-husband’s abandonment, Meghan Luthor struggled to rebuild her life with the help of her contractual husband, Danny Luthor. But Darrell Barrington suddenly reappears, Meghan’s carefully constructed world begins to crumble. As Darrell’s return sparks a maelstrom of emotions, lies and secrets, Meghan must navigate the treacherous landscape of her heart and confront the darkness that has haunted her for so long. She must face the danger that drove Darrell away in the first place or get consumed by it. Can she trust Darrell again, is his return genuine? Will she find closure or will the truth about Darrell’s disappearance draw her back in?

The day my fated mate, Blake, held his mating ceremony with the pack’s true princess, Morgana, I almost did it. I almost chugged a vial of rage serum, stormed the altar, and tore them both to shreds. A murder-suicide. A fitting end. But as my hand trembled around the vial, my phone rang. It was the doctor from the Alliance Medical Center. "Ma'am, you're pregnant..." The vial slipped from my fingers. I froze. Half an hour later, cheers erupted from the pack's Moonlight Altar. And just like that, I, the fake princess of the Crescent Moon pack, vanished from Silvercrest City. Just as everyone wanted. I fled a thousand miles to the Southern Alliance. I survived a rogue wolf riot and gave birth to my daughter. My own blood. My old life was completely gone. But four years later, they started showing up again, one by one. “Cora, we’ve been looking for you for years. You’re alive? Why didn’t you come home?”

On campus, Karl is untouchable. The Golden Boy of the campus.Swim team captain. Record breaker. No one notices the benchwarmer—the quiet swimmer who never competes, the one always left behind after practice. Until one night, he returns to the locker room and see’s something he was never meant to see. Karl isn’t human. Caught between fear and fascination, the benchwarmer is pulled into a secret that could destroy both of them.As strange incidents begin to plague the campus and Karl’s control starts to slip, survival becomes a game of silence, trust, and dangerous attraction. Because some monsters don’t hide in the dark. They wear gold medals—and smile in the daylight.

One of my roommates at the dorm was a competitive person. Whenever I studied, she would be anxious. If I opened a package, she would ask me what I was buying. She would also pressure me to tell her my whereabouts. There was even a time when I turned in my bed, she suddenly opened my divider curtain and asked me if I was secretly studying. I was literally going to go insane, but our nonchalant counsellor told me that I was overreacting. After that, I failed to secure a postgraduate position, but she managed to study overseas. When she returned, she became my supervisor. She told everyone she met that I was a very competitive person, and she kept assigning a lot of tasks for me to do. In the end, I died from overworking. When I opened my eyes again, I saw her get into my bed. I recorded the sound of pages flipping and turned on the night light. I played the recording for the entire night. If she wanted to be anxious and lose her sleep, so be it!

Julian Hayes spent eight years climbing from first officer to captain of the most coveted international routes. I stood beside him for every mile of that climb. For him, I walked away from the Valenti family, the most feared Mafia name on the East Coast. I buried Elena Valenti, and became Lina Vale, the girl who smiled in the cabin while he ruled the cockpit. The day I left, my father stood on the marble steps of our estate and said, "Elena, if you walk out that gate for him, don’t come crawling back." Julian never knew. To him, I was a woman with no real family, no real power, and no life worth asking about. I was the one who memorized his flight schedule, packed his stomach pills, and kept dinner warm until midnight. Once, I asked him, "Can you take me into the sky the way you see it? Just once." He didn’t even put down his fork. "The cockpit is a workplace, Lina. Not a theme park." I said okay and never asked again. Then one sleepless dawn, I found the encrypted album on his phone. More than forty cockpit photos: cloud seas, blood-red sunsets, double rainbows after storms, the Milky Way over the Atlantic. Every one had been sent to the same contact. A teddy bear emoji. The newest photo showed half a sun hanging off the wingtip. His caption read, [Next time you’re off, I’ll put you in the observer seat. Sit on the right. That’s where the whole sky opens up.] She replied, [I’ll hold you to that.] I put the phone back. I didn’t change the password, didn’t delete the album, didn’t wake him up to beg for an explanation. At dawn, I brewed his coffee like always, sat alone at the kitchen island, and drank mine in silence. Then I sent my resignation letter and called a number I hadn’t touched in eight years. I watched the first flight of the morning rise beyond the Manhattan skyline and said, "Papa, I’m coming home." When the line connected, my father’s voice was colder than a gun barrel. "Have you thought it through?"