Norton Campbell Novels & Stories

“But I’m sure you’ll figure it out. You always do.” I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to remain calm. I wasn’t going to let her get under my skin. But damn, she had a way of making me feel small. After a long pause, I finally spoke again. “Who was that woman?” Her lips curled into a sly smile. “Oh, that?” She leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. “That was Nora Campbell. Richard’s high school sweetheart. His first love.”

Rhea told Sheila. “Who?” Ayra asked joining the conversation. “Dr. Clement,” Rhea answered. “Who is Dr. Clement?” Ayra asked lost. “He works in San Jose general. He is a really good oncologist. I’ve heard from my friend that is seeing his resident. She was working with him for the past two years.” Ayra frowned at this. She couldn’t understand why they were making such a big deal about it. “So?” Ayra asked.

With his arrival, her heart was no longer in her performance. "Rosalie, who is this Mister Kane you're so taken with?" demanded a young man, rising from his seat, his expensive suit doing little to hide his dark mood. He was Elidor Campbell, scion of the powerful Campbell family from Walganus Capital, a man who sought more than just Rosalie's music—he lusted after her. "Mind your own business, Mister Campbell," Rosalie retorted, clearly annoyed at his audacity. Without another glance, she descended the stairs, her thoughts on the reunion that had been years in the making.

The monitor beside him flattens to a single, solid tone, no one yells, no one screams, he just passes silently. And Mason Campbell… 32 years old, passes away.

This is really awkward yet feels romantic! **** Stephanie c, if you're reading this, sorry girl. Actually, I don't check comments in the middle of my book's chapter and you know we don't even get notifications. But when I read your comment on my book innocence part 01, I realised that you should know now. That the character's full name was Christian Daud. They weren't different. I know this is just too late. But I had no other way. Sorry :')

"They can't deny you. I want you to give me every detail about the case. Every single one from your mouth without involving the authorities." Campbell stares at me for some time, unblinking, and then breaks into a laugh. I pull away from him, watching him as he chuckles hard at his personal joke. "You're a funny guy, Everest," he mutters. "You want me to use my powers to track a fucking stupid killer who's after your wife? For all I know, it could be someone after your wife's pants. Can't blame him. Harley's fucking hot, even with those disgusting wounds on her face—"

Harper- My knee bounces nonstop as I sit on the side of the bathtub. “Harper, for the love of the moon goddess stay still” Nina says besides me as we watch the numbers on her phones countdown clock wind down. “I can’t help it” I say feeling a strange mixture of excitement, fear, nausea and I don’t know what else but I can’t help it. Ever since the first time Nixon knotted we’ve been going at it like a couple of jackrabbits in a never ending heat.

plans in order to make sure that I’m ready for whatever Jared has planned. My phone rings and without even looking at it, I answer. “Hello.” “So this guy is even worse than I thought,” Noah says to me. “It seems that while his dad was alive, Campbell Inc., was a pretty booming business. Not too over the top, but nothing too shabby either. Made some good investments and overall had some good deals going.” “Okay, so what is the bad part?” I ask.

the priest droned on. People like us? PEOPLE LIKE US?! Oh, I swear to Lady Gaga, I will burn this entire camp to the ground. But, you know, internally. Out loud, I just folded my arms and looked iconic. You're welcome, gays. I’m basically saving our community right now by keeping every violent thoughts to myself. The so-called morning exercise began. Picture a bunch of nuns clapping while we did jumping jacks like sinners at boot camp. I was glaring at the holy squad the whole time when Damian muttered.

The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”