Marc Cameron Books Novels & Stories

Lord Cameron Once I had left Marquis’s office, I knew that things would not be the same between us from now on. He has been power-hungry lately and trying to over throne my decisions. He thinks I am stupid and does not know that I already have been informed that he is plotting against me. I have eyes and ears all over Bluestoria and the Crite that links every other place on this planet.

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

I say, quieter now, “I feel like I keep peeling back layers with Cameron. He’s calm, polished… but I feel like there’s something under that.” “There is,” Marcos says softly. “You’re not wrong. Cam doesn’t let people in easily. He carries a lot more than he shows.” “And Nathaniel?” Marcos chuckles. “He’d probably kill me for telling you anything. He’s our mystery novel. Cam’s a documentary. I’m… a romance novella, probably.” I laugh again, sinking deeper into the chair. There’s something comforting about this conversation. Marcos’s voice. The way he talks about them. Like they’re brothers more than friends.

"Stay strong and I'm here whenever you gonna need me.Have you heard anything from Marcella." "No,and at this point I really don't care,she got what she wanted why would she still waste her time on me.I'm only glad I won't have to deal with dead rats and threatening notes." "What!"Cameroon gasped."Dead rats?When did that happened and why haven't you told me this before." "She send me threatening notes and dozens of pictures of her and Max together,she once came to drop of a package in it was three dead rats covered in blood.She wanted to freak me out and it worked for a while at least."

"Liam don't beat yourself up, you didn't know some psycho demon was after my friend." Rainn got up and grabbed his brother's shoulders, "We will find her Liam if it is the last thing that we do." Jamison shook his head, "We have a lot of work to do in multiple different directions." Rainn laughed, "Yep and that is why it's a good thing there's a crew of us. Mercer and Elodie, I need you guys to recon Tabby's apartment and see if her things are still there or if you can gauge when she was there last. Elodie, your invisibility will come in handy here and also grab something of hers so Calliope can try and do a trace." I gave them the address and Mercer grabbed Elodie’s hand. In an instant, the

He opened one eye as I walked by, and just as I was about to sit down, he sprang up, claiming my chair before I could even settle in. "Seriously, Cheeto? Move your ass." He flicked his tail in response. Little shit. With a sigh, I nudged him aside just enough to reclaim my seat, then reached for my favorite battery powered boyfriend from the side table. You know, just in case. It had been a long week, and if Cameron wasn’t going to fuck me senseless, then I’d have to take matters into my own hands. I pulled the new book from my bag. Corrupted Innocents. The latest in a series I had been devouring for weeks. If Cameron thought I’d enjoy it, then I damn well would.

"I'd like to know more. I'd like to contribute." She thought about Marcus Webb in the storage unit, holding the hard drive before he gave it up, the way you hold something you have been carrying for a long time before you put it down for the last time. She thought about the soap message on the bathroom mirror. The forty-character key pressed into Cameron's palm in the back of an ambulance. A man who had built the wrong things for the right reasons and had spent fifteen years in witness protection waiting for the opportunity to do it the other way around.

"Mona Salimar!" Marc said, tapping his fingers on a photo in the yearbook in front of him. His attention was entirely focused on the black-and-white portrait photos lined up on the page. "So... now you suspect that your brother isn’t Cassandra’s biological father?" Rexy asked. "I think what he said back then was just something blurted out in the heat of the moment." "I'm still not sure," Marc admitted. "Usually, things said in anger hold some truth."

If they fucked with me, I’d make sure that they regretted it. “Do we cancel or what?” Cameron asked. “You’ve been out of sorts lately. You’ll need your full concentration for this.” “I’m concentrated,” I retorted. “I’m perfectly capable of meeting some rogues for a conversation, Cameron. I’m not that distracted.” “I’ll have Marcia start the preparations, then,” he said before striding out of my office. I sat back, stared at the ceiling, and sighed.

Marisa Darcypropped her hands on the edge of the bed and came up to him with a smile, "I'm going to be sad when you always do this." "Get out of here!" Cameron Hunter waved his hand violently, his face full of disgust as if he had stomped into a garbage can, annoyed but helpless. Marisa Darcydodged deftly and snickered, "Don't you think I'm interested in you?"