Kambi Stories Novels & Stories

Jace could feel the magic of the moment enveloping them. “Who wants to start our first campfire story?” Jace asked, his heart racing with excitement. “I will!” Mia volunteered, her voice bright. She began to weave a tale about a brave knight who ventured into a dark forest, guided only by the whispers of ancient spirits. The group listened intently, captivated by her imaginative storytelling. As the night wore on, each friend took turns sharing stories—some thrilling, some funny, and some filled with lessons learned. Jace felt a sense of belonging as they laughed and shared their dreams under the vast expanse of stars.

Marcus went quiet and then said, softer, that he had thought about it too, which was worse, because Marcus was supposed to be the brake. Cameron laughed once. “She’s my stepbrother’s— no. She’s the girl in the next room. If we do it we do it quiet. She doesn’t get to know. I just want to know what she tastes like.” I pushed two fingers into myself. I was soaked. Wrong. They were the boys from his lunch table, the ones who used to steal fries off my plate, and I was fingering myself to the sound of them planning my body. A gangbang had lived in my head for a year. Hearing it through paint made it filthy in a way a clip never had.

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.