Norton Campbell Novels & Stories

Gala said, putting a hand on my shoulder “if anyone knows Alpha Nathan, it is me” “He doesn’t want me around anyway, and his mum isn’t making things any better” I said, turning to face her. Gala smiled and nodded at me to take a seat. I watched as she made me a cup of coffee before sitting in front of me. I wrapped my hands around the cup and looked down at the foam “I just don’t know what to do to please him”

As the car glided smoothly through the streets, I turned to study my companion more closely. "Forgive me, I don't believe I caught your name." He smiled politely. "Charles Campbell, at your service. I'm the CSO of Campbell Enterprises." My mind raced as I placed the name. Campbell Enterprises, the banking giant. I did recall Nathan mocking Charles and his family's company during heated debates with colleagues. "An upstart trying to muscle in on our territory. As if he has any idea how to run a real business," Nathan had sneered.

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In terms of influence, the Campbells were likely a notch higher—money moves mountains, after all. The man only shrugged, remaining silent. He leaned lazily on the railing, like he was settling in to enjoy the show. Adela knew nothing about the Campbell family’s background, so she didn’t dare step forward without thinking. She turned to the man beside her and asked quietly, “Can you explain the Campbell background in a way I’ll understand?” “Think of your good friend Evelyn. Got that? The Campbells are just slightly below the Waltons.” He’d looked into Adela’s background just the day before and was surprised by what he’d found. Layson’s girlfriend. Evelyn’s close friend. Natalie’s bestie. Her

Campbell got a gunshot on his arms and shoulder and was bleeding. Nancy seeing this called out to us to come to his aid but that was when the shot rang out and the bullet logged in her brain. Campbell, nearly passing out, managed to guide her into the ambulance we called and collapsed on the way to the hospital because he had lost alot of blood'. 'Thank you, inspector, your witness', Hoberman said to Cobberson, the defense attorney. He jumped to his feet. 'Inspector, you were told that Nancy went out on a date with Alfred, she could have gone out on a date with Campbell, couldn't she?'

Lance Hamilton raising a concern. '' And why's that?'' Gray asked stepping forward. '' Who are you?' asked Mr.Lance checking his glasses. '' I am Gray Campbell, one of the grandchildren of the Campbell family,'' Gray said with a bow. '' Why's it hard for you to chose a winner?''. '' Well, that's because...I liked this concept, the idea of sales and growth was really good. But the one-handed it over was Gray Campbell. The name on the file cover was of this young man.''

I wanted to pour out my soul to her, let her know it was that bird brain Noah Campbell that did this, and he still called me a freak on it. My glasses are damaged, and mom would not even bother getting me a new one. I drew in a long deep breath as nurse Mira started cleaning the wound to stop the flow of blood. It was pointless complaining to her, in Brooklyn high, Noah Campbell is a god, I don't think any staff would want to go against him for fear of losing their jobs. Urgh. This is so frustrating. “There we go, all good.” Nurse Mira smiled as she placed the plaster over my nose.

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

Turning the doorknob, I slipped into the room and then slammed the door shut behind me to announce my presence. Gunnar didn't even flinch at the sound, seated with his back against the headboard and the bottom half of his body hidden under white sheets. His laptop sat on his lap as he vigorously typed. The son of a cactus didn't even spare me a single glance whereas I found myself scanning his body. He was shirtless, reminding that he was carved by the Greek Gods themselves. Probably carved by Hades in all fairness. "I didn't say you could enter," Gunnar grunted, lips twitching. He wanted to hide his distaste but couldn't.

“Annyeong,” Nathan introduces himself. “I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me.