Marc Cameron Books Novels & Stories

“He’s clearly got you on drugs or something.” “That’s ridiculous. I’m completely sober.” “Are you, Camille? I should give you a test or something.” He checked out the other books. More vampire romance? Where were the werewolves? He saw none. “Wrong,” Dire grumbled. Don’t worry. We’ll get her proper books. Maddox browsed more of the vampire books and realized that they all had the same author. Grace Moon. That was an interesting name.

Without you, the readers, I wouldn't have been able to tell their stories. Please feel free to reach out to me through my social media pages. On my Face book page as Maramartha. And on my Instaagram as maramarthaa. While keeping an eye out for Calum’s story: To Seduce My Stepbrother, you can check out my other completed stories; 1. Mr Reluctant Billionaire. 2. Mrs Reluctant Billionaire 3. Erotic Shades Of Passion: a short erotic anthology. (This one is just 42 chapters).

I’m going to make her crazy and give her as many orgasms as I can tonight, strap her to my body and make sure she needs me in every way I need her, and then some. Sophs is mine, I’m hers. Body and soul. She’s never getting rid of me again. End of POV Be sure to check out the next Carrero Series book - The Carrero Contract, following Camilla and Alexi Carrero.

Accenting the walls perfectly. Once the man stopped in front of a picture, the girl looked up at it. His face seemed to register in her mind. Though only for a moment. 5 year old Cordovia rummaging through her mothers ‘other’ labeled box. She pulled out a picture of a man holding a little baby. His face was slender and calm looking. His hair was a dark brown color, almost black looking. And his eyes, they were a medium green. And he was quite tall looking in the picture. As she flipped it around, she read ‘Marco Briarwood - age 34; with Cordovia 1 week.’ Her eyes darted to the man standing next to her, she then asked softly and with caution “Dad?” With a smile, he turned to look at her, ligh

The man assured, his tone seemed genuine but I still had my doubts. “ I am Luca Moretti, Damien Voss and I are rivals and I want to see him fall from his throne.” The anger and hate in his voice shocked me and I believe him now because his hate for Damien is clear with his tone. “ How did you find me?” I asked, he just chuckled in response. “ I have my ways and my people everywhere.” He said, and I don't care how he got to know about me but finally I got a chance to leave this hell hole and live my life on my terms. I can find a mate too.

I looked at him in confusion. Damon: You know princess. You have to remember my few rules. I gulped and nodded. He came towards me leaving the burning frying pan. Damon: Just remember these three rules. Your life will be in peace. His last sentence was full of sarcasm. But still, I nodded. Damon: First: Don’t ever cry in front of me. I hate tears. Second: Don’t ever even think of hurting my loved ones and that’s my one and only brother. And lastly, Don’t ever lie. I hate lies the most.

He was saying something to Dominic that produced Dominic's laugh, the specific one that meant genuine amusement rather than polite response. Cameron had been coming to this house since he was eight years old. He had his own section of the second bookshelf in the living room where his sketchbooks were kept, the ones too full to carry back and forth. There were fourteen of them now. Elena had looked through them with his permission once and found them extraordinary in the way that Cameron's work had always been extraordinary, accumulating across years into a body of work that was becoming something real. Michael and Grace would come later with Marcus and Sarah.

Needed to see the pitch without the weight of Damien’s eyes on him in real time, without the constant pull that made every breath feel like a choice. The room smelled of old books and polished oak, the faint trace of leather from the couches and the ever-present dampness seeping in from the rain outside. Rain hammered the tall windows, blurring the estate lights into soft, shifting halos that danced across the glass. Marc sat on the edge of the couch—ribs still taped from the alley, every breath a careful calculation to avoid the sharp twinge that reminded him how fragile everything still was—chain tucked under his hoodie. The pendant pressed warm against his sternum like a second heartbeat

------- Red Blood packs " Everybody, the Canids are approaching! This is war!" Kappa screeched out. Almira saw a Canids from afar and she called her packs to get ready. Lancelot leads the attack from the Canids. All of them ran towards the red blood packs and Kappa found his first kill. He leaps above the Canids and used his sharp paws to scratch his face and he succeeded. It stumbled on the ground and winced in pain. He tried to make a second blow but one of the warriors stop him. It's Damian who just got healed from his last battle.

"Heard about your little scandal, big brother. Quite the mess you've made." Carter moved to block him from the alcohol. "How did you get up here?" "Still have the security code. You know, from when I actually mattered to this family." Cameron's face twisted. "Before you decided I was too damaged to carry the Montgomery torch." "You're high right now. I can see it." "So what?" Cameron shoved past him, grabbed a bottle. "At least I'm honest about my problems. Unlike you, pretending to be some white knight while you're just another Langston man who destroys everything he touches."